"Good. I need this right now so much I can't tell you," she said as she pulled his head to her sex."Don't stop, don't stop," she called."I want you to...think about one think before you call her," she said."Not that. I want you to think if she being out there where women are different, didn't influence her thinking for a little while."He nodded.Dorothy handed him the phone.He called, "Mrs. Wallingford, it's Howie. May I speak with Brooke?"Her mother said, "I should pretend you never called or. "Are you ready son?" I called out."Yes mom, all ready for you" my son replied from across the hall in my bedroom.I removed my t-shirt and slid down my jeans. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror wearing just my bra and a little thong that rode lewdly up my ass.I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom; my eyes went wide at the sight on my bed.My son was laid out on the bed. He had removed his t-shirt and only had on his soccer shorts.I could see a sizable bulge growing in his shorts.. .. SHIT!!!And worst of all it was my own stupid fault.*0)*0)*0)*0)*0)*0)*0)*0)*0)*0)I remember when I first decided that I needed to present myself assomebody I wasn't. When I was little, the first couple of years ofschool, I took a lot of flack from the other kids---and certain adults---for being girly. It hurt, but it never occurred to me that there wasanything I could do about it. Until one day in about the third grade Imade a conscious decision to learn to do things "the guy way".At first. His buttocks clenched and he pumped deep into her while kissing her passionately on the lips. He’d finally achieved his goal and, after a few moments, said triumphantly into her ear, “So, who won’t ever fuck you, you little whore?”The look on Jule’s face said it all: gobsmacked, annoyed, disgusted, and embarrassed. She’d been filmed and John also had shots of her most intimate areas but Julie didn’t have much time to dwell on John’s words because Tony appeared behind her, seeking sloppy thirds..