Think again! I had to be able tooutwit this dunce. Yes! I had it! "You don't understand," I wailed, "Idon't have a tampon. I'm going to bleed all over...the seat."I figured the car had to be his, and piece of shit that it was, it hadto be his pride and joy. The thought of menstrual blood all over hischeap seats was enough to offset the need to have his raging hard onsucked. I could see in his eyes that he couldn't wait to get me home."Oh crap!" That was from the girl in the back seat. I looked. He saw that she was watching him through half-closed eyes as she continued to gently stroke her vulva.He slowly crawled up to her, looking for any sign that his advances were unwelcome. Reaching out very slowly, he traced the contour of a perfect breast with his fingers, feeling the marvelously soft and cool sensation of her moist skin. Her hands fell to her sides, and she lay back and closed her eyes, seeming to offer herself to him. It was an offer that he could not resist.Adam bent over her. I told him it wasn’t right. He didn’t even let me finish talking before pulling my head back to kiss and suck on my neck. My husband knows that is always a way to get me in the mood. Now William was doing it with the same effect. Letting out a soft moan I again told him we needed to stop now. He completely ignored me as he kept kissing. At the same time he moved his left hand to my waist. Slipping it under the hem of my shirt he moved his hand up my stomach until he reached my chest, cupping my. .. Ijust hoped that DeShawn liked the way I looked and moved !!It really made me think though that just a few months ago, I had sat on acouch as "Ryan" when my dad sauntered into our old living room; alldolled up as LaShaunda for the first time. I realized now how nervous hemust have been, and the barrage of emotions that had surely been runningthrough his head as he presented himself as a black woman to his sons forthe first times. As I looked at my former father sitting on the couch, Ifelt.