His always looks like he was crying. And he cries alot, when he thinks I am not looking, although he tries not to cry infront of me." But that still d...esn't mean he needs to be a girl." A couple of days ago, I overheard him and Mommy arguing over it, believeme, I am sure." What do I say to her? It sounds like her so-called 'daddy' is one sickpuppy, but I can't tell her that." Honey, I can't promise you something like that."She looked at Mike with tears on his face."Please Santa. I know he is. You don't have to tell me more. But, like... now I'm the one who's having difficulty saying what I want... but I think I prob'ly feel a lot like you do. Except you're the one that gives me those feelings. I? I had a minister last year... a student minister... and he showed me... us... what we could do to keep clear of sinful lust. I've sort of... don't think bad of me, Bill... I've sort of hoped we could... together... help each other? Would you like to touch me, Bill? Like, put your hands on. ” “Or don’t know how to let go. It’s not easy.” She said, “None of this is easy.” “No.” “Are you divorced?” she asked. Should he tell her? How should he tell her? “No, my wife died,” he said. After a pause he added, “She’s dead.” She said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” and gave him the requisite head tilt and the smile, the generic gesture he resented so, and disappointment began to rise up in him. He feared the day would turn out to be another missed connection. She’d talk about her husband, then. Crawl to the kitchen and get me a wine she barked, whilst dismounting me and sitting back on the settee. I gave her the glass, and she calmly instructed me to strip my jeans and t shirt off, and stand with my legs apart, and my hands on my head in front of her. I reluctantly complied. She then said she had wondered how big my dick was and that I was now willingly going to show her, or else, but first she was going to have some fun.Rub the front of your boxers, she said, get it hard. I want to.