Dew is forming along her, its scent overpowering me. With the slightest touch I start to invade her with my tongue and lips. No smash and grab this bu... an insistent and inevitable seduction of her delicious hot wet cunny. Textures of hair, hot slick wet flesh and now that taste. Fuck I could die now complete in my knowledge of woman; the joy of contact with the ultimate in sensual pleasure. My tongue explores deeper into her. Jesus Fucking Christ! I’m the luckiest man alive!She puts her hands. ..I...I...." Thank you," said his mother, shaking her wrist as he squeezed it prettyhard. "Now this just means without makeup I'll need to add a few layersto soften your appearance around your face, or are you going to let memake you up?" Please, mom," cried Hunter. "I don't want to be a girl, and I definitelydon't want to wear makeup." Again wayyyy to late on the first one, but let me see what I can do hereon avoiding the second one," said his mother, brushing his hair on theleft. "I'm making. There were 21 children, not all survived, but we held them all for a time. We would have missed that. How had we lived? That was a question that we were never asked outright. But there were always looks. Our farm was prosperous and we were lucky in that. Our two eldest first children returned home from the war without harm. The war took some of our land and some of our luck. Once, only once, did one of the neighbors’ sons hint about what everyone wanted to know. He was much the worse for drink. I was on top of the world.Part 10 (You're the man)Shit got really fucking interesting over the next several years. I'd stay with Mother one night, and jamila the next. Then I'd sleep with Maria. or maybe mother and jamila at the same time, depending on the type of sexual satisfaction I was craving.The down side of the situation was that Mother and Jamila absolutely hated Maria. They stubbornly refused to accept my smelly butt Latina, into our make shift family. In any case,I woke up this.