As I got closer I heard Leslie say, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Getting some of that tasty little pussy," was the response by a male vo...ce. It was followed up by some other male voices laughing and throwing out comments like, "Me, too," and, "I want some of that, too."Without any conscious thought I started running over and as I approached I saw that there were five or six guys and they had Leslie surrounded. It was dark in the parking lot so I couldn't see too many details in. We raised our daughter with all of the love and care in the world, givingher everything we could provide. We both had pretty good jobs andcareers, a nice American upper-middle class lifestyle, so we had plentyto offer or child. The world around us wasn't 100% in our favor as it'spretty uncommon to see two Caucasian people with a mixed-race child andmy gender identity only made things that much "worse" for want of abetter word. I didn't necessarily go around advertising the story of mygender. They were covered by his shorts though so my touch didn't really get through too much. When I did that, I felt his back arch up some and I knew he was liking what I was doing. I told him that maybe he should pull his shorts down some so I could do a "proper" massage. He didn't say much of anything but did pull his shorts down, just below his waist line and I could now see the crack of his ass and I can't tell you how much I wanted to just kiss those sweet cheeks of his. I rubbed down his spine. Just remember, it’s my turn to breed your daughters, as I stipulated. Just as it’s my turn to breed each of my daughters in turn. After that, well, there’s Warren and Felipe, of course. They deserve turns as well. With each woman in the group, that is,” Father surprised me by intruding upon my thoughts.“Michelle was never legally your wife, was she?” I laughed.“Nope. That was a helpful cover, of course. Not that anyone is going to bother with paperwork and legalities. These human laws are.