As I sat on the side of the bed for a minute contemplating, waiting for our moment that has been the point- the line we have been crossing.....the kis....I thought to see if i could test the waters, so leaned over slowly, paused for a second just inches from her face as we looked into each others eyes "night Baby" I said softly and slowly as I slowly moved my face toward toward hers, paused, "night Daddy" she whispers, and I placed my lips softly to hers and we kissed closed lips softly, slowly. I wanted breasts to match my slim and petite figure.Thankfully I never had to get butt implants. As my mother always told me,my butt is far more feminine and firm that most women's are. My waist istiny in comparison and, now with my new breasts, my figure should be nearperfect. I have always had tiny feet for a man and my hands lookperfectly feminine. My Adam's apple was lopped off two years ago, so anytelltale signs of masculinity have been erased, except for that one tinydetail that Helen. They all pushed me back in the car and went ahead. They kept me on their lap on my belly so that the ass is visible. The main guy kept hitting my ass cheeks. I was shouting and asked him to stop. But that spurred him even more. #5 turned to the side and stopped the car and they all got outside.They dragged me outside behind the bush. Guy #2 made me kneel down and immediately opened his zip and thrust in his dick into my mouth. The main guy went behind and kept hitting my ass cheeks. He took out. While looking under the bed for the keys I'd dropped between the headboard and the wall, I discovered a condom wrapper. Since I'd had a vasectomy after our last child it didn't take a rocket scientist to begin suspecting something and I remembered looking down under the bed for some gift wrapping paper before I left on my last trip and it wasn't there then. Yes, that's right; under the bed, because that's where she keeps it.We had two kids, Ben & Alice, but they were away at college and as far.