Er hatte mich mehrmals betrogen. Als ich das erste mal Gerüchte darüber hörte, dass er auf einer Party mit einer anderen rum gemacht hatte, schafft... er es noch spielend mir Schuldgefühle ein zureden, weil ich ihm nicht vertraute. Aber irgendwann konnte selbst er mich nicht mehr reinlegen. Trotzdem nahm mich die Trennung recht mit, doch nach einer Woche schaffte es meine beste Freundin Marie mich zu einer Party zu überreden.Die Party war von zwei Geschwistern aus unserem Jahrgang. Die Eltern von. Jean and I drew the short straw, and ended up on the upwind side with no protection. In Alaska, this is serious. Our solution at first was to pull up our jackets (evenings in Alaska are cool), pull up the zippers and try to keep the mosquitoes away from our faces.After the first few beers, Jean began to warm up a little and I turned to her and put the opening of my jacket up to the one on hers and gave her a light kiss. She decided that this was not only a delightful idea, but that it solved. ”“Was it expensive?”“Yes, but I could afford it after the money Dad gave me for doing the maintenance work.” I secretly crossed my fingers. I hadn’t exactly lied, just omitted to tell the truth.“Funny,” she said, “the shirt goes really well with the tuxedo. It’s not your usual style at all.”“I had help choosing it.”I was saved from a further grilling by Dad arriving, armed with a camera. “Not so fast,” he said. “You’re not getting out of here without some embarrassing photographic evidence.”I. I turned around and saw him admiring my 5'6", hairless body and firm ass and newly growing boobs (via hormone therapy) and from the look on his face, it appeared that he liked what he saw. I brushed my shoulder length hair out of my face and stepped up to him.I walked up to him and began to rub my hands over his crotch, looking him in the eyes as I did. I could feel his dick hanging down the front of his slacks and boy did it feel huge."Fuck, your cock is huge," I said."That's right baby, you.