Actually, it was nobody’s fault. My parents thought that if I was sent to this boarding school, it was better for me to teach me discipline. My name...is Henry Hutch. When my parents found out about my certain habits and not acting as a very manly person and liked to be dressed in a girl’s clothes was just the start but once they found me dressed like a girl day after day; they were angry and ashamed and the last straw was, not the sluttiest dress what I wore; it was that they saw me in this. You’ll thank me someday,” she said.I exhaled deeply. “Jealousy and ego-drive insecurity. God, how I love those terms. Best defense is a good offense, I suppose.”I explained to the kids what was happening over dinner. I told them and Traci I would be moving out by the weekend, but they could still see me anytime they wanted. I think all four of us cried at one point or another. The most poignant moment came when Jeremy asked why I was divorcing Traci. He’s pretty astute for a 9-year-old, so I. That was another problem to add to the pile he'd have to deal with that morning.He looked over at Shelly, and saw that she, too, was in a thoughtful mood. He caught her occasionally giving him long glances as she chewed on a bite of sausage. When caught she didn't look away, but instead challenged him to back off himself. He did the same, and, finally, the whole situation caused Don to laugh and put down his fork. He looked over at Lessa, who had spent the meal gazing at both of them, thinking. Her pussy was so sensitive that she had to have been fucked prior to me eating her, and the thought of this gave me such a thrill. I continued to passionately lick her pussy well after she stopped coming, and until she tapped my head and begged me to stop.I felt a hand on my back, and looked back to see John handing me a towel.“Great job man, here you might need this.”As I reached up and grabbed the towel, Claudia moved over and I slipped in between her and Maddy to wipe off, and take in the.