No, I have to marry the little sissy faggot who lies and deceives me, sneaks around and waits until I leave the house so he can dress up like a prissy...little tart and plays molly maid, then jerking off in his panties. "You're not fucking man you're a worthless pathetic sissy wimp. Now it is starting to make sense. Why some of my lingerie would go missing and then show up a few days later. Some strange stains on my slips and panties, my bra straps pulled out of place and some popped seams in on. He began fucking into her tight little cunt at once, and Kay's head was thrust viciously down onto the pad. It was a Japanese rape, it was brutal, barbaric, and agonizingpainful for Kay as he continued to fuck into her fearfully clenching pussy ever harder and deeper, the head of his penis banging brutally up against her cushiony cervix at the end of each long, smooth cock stroke. Then, almost miraculously, Kay went into a kind of overdrive, above and beyond the pain. It was almost as if she. I knew I wouldn't mind hanging with any of them, we are all about thesame age but why would a good looking girl want to hang out with acripple?I had seen the dress/gown that Carman was going to wear for herQuinceanera and thought that if I were able to cross dress as a child, oras myself, this would be one of the ones I would give almost anything towear; being trapped in a wheel chair because of my affliction, aquadriplegic, I never had the chance. Since learning to mind meld, I useevery. I got home about 45 minutes after I left Joplin. My two kids and their sitter were in the back yard. The kids were playing in their little wading pool while Tammy sat at the picnic table reading and watching them. Stacy jumped from the pool and came running toward me when she saw me. Howard followed behind slowly. I gave both the kids a hug and walked to the kitchen for another beer.I came out and sat at the table across from Tammy. "Hey Dean. Is it all over now?" Yeah, I'm outta the ballgame.