Jessie hasstated her desire to be a girl, and the psychologist thinks that weshould explore that avenue to see where it leads."Pastor Earnest took a m...asured breath; his response would need a certainlevel of tact and compassion or he might force his parishioner to actcontrary to the church's desires because of his callousness. "But Jessieis a boy; he is your son, right?" I thought he was, but," the words just hung in the air, and Kathleenfound it difficult to formulate what she wanted to say. "Monday was another no go day, Jessica religiously did her washing on Mondays and nothing cut across this ritual.Tuesday Melbourne Cup Day 1948, the day the nation stopped work for a horse race, this was greater than religion, the Aussie was a gambler and this Tuesday was the king of races.The race was run and Rimfire with apprentice jockey Ray Neville in the saddle pipped Dark Marne ridden by experienced jockey Jack Thompson at the post. Thompson argued the camera was placed at an angle that. Fucking Phyl, … …. it’s gotta be a little, ….. …. extraordinary?’ I dropped my blouse and unsnapped my jeans. ‘Yes, I know.’ ‘You fucked Mark, you opened up your legs, lay back on the bed and let him shove his dick into you! We probably didn’t think that was the way it would be twenty years ago. So, … I just want to know how to look at this. How we are looking at it. You know? I can’t exactly be the outraged husband, since I was fucking Phyllis right in the next room! But, shouldn’t I be.. … I. "you wanna cum don't you baby?" I asked stroking her hair, gently this time.She turned her head to look at my eyes through the balaclava. She took my thumb in her mouth and began to suck fiercely. I quickened my pace and she began to thrust her ass backwards. Meeting me thrust for thrust. We were both close now. As much as I wanted to cum on her belly I desperately wanted to fill her pussy. I reached forward and held her swollen belly with both hands. I thrust into her deeper, ensuring the head.