.. real slow..." His meat throbbed against the roof of my mouth and the sounds he was making were stranger than ever. "Lick it on the bottom, Shelly,"...he ordered. "Lick it or, swear to God, I'll break your neck."Scared half to death, I ran my tongue between the division where the bottom lobes of his glans came together. On the third sanding rub a heavy fountain of come sprayed into the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull my head away from Billy's hurting hands, but he yanked me. .. well, more of Gwen I suppose. In her mid-fifties, there were none of the sharp edges her daughter possessed. Her hips were more rounded; her breasts more full and not quite as high; her long legs a little chunkier. But the biggest difference though, the most notable, was the older woman's total lack of a pubic bush. She was completely bare between her legs. Her womanly lips were clearly on view as they glistened with the moisture of her arousal, exposed to my fascinated gaze as I stared. So I go to the kitchen and make us both a coffee. Maybe one day I'll get enough money to have a sex change. But for the moment I'm just taking stock of things. I've read magazines in the TV shop where I go. One thing that I'm really keen on is finding someone to talk to, a guy who likes a chick with a dick as they say. TV admirers have fascinated me since I first found out about them, why would a guy like a bloke in a dress? I guess I'm finding out through my uncle. He isn't really my uncle as. Only this time Laura is screaming back at her; making Sheila’s voice reach even higher decibels.Then I hear something that wakes me up instantly, I hear Shelia’s meaty fist strike Laura. My blood pressure rises, the pain in my hand causes my eyes to go squishy, as I try with all my might to lift my dead drunk lunk off the mattress. I hear more flesh to flesh contact, and a shattering glass followed by a thud that shakes the floor. I raise completely off the mattress, and open my bedside table.