Trapped, we lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily as the ground continued to shudder beneath us. Behind me, the plug hole gurgled as the last...of the bathwater drained away, and as I considered the chain of events that had led to this moment, I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, we are in a pickle now." I exclaimed jokingly. The humour was short lived however. James had gone strangely quiet, and with horror, I realized why.My son had long ago reached the age of sexual curiosity; I had. I gave the outward appearance of being a normal boy. I had lots offriends and played whatever sport was in season and in the summertime Iwas always outside doing something like riding bikes or at the localpool. But I always felt wrong. I don?t know how to say it any otherway. I felt like I was watching someone else instead of living my life.There were mornings when I would wake up from a dream where I wasfemale and as I realized I had been dreaming I would get teary.Eventually I would go down. " "Come on," I said while grabbing onto Matt's bubble butt. "Yep, babysitter," Matt said as he gritted his teeth and shot a second load of cum into me.Matt slowly pulled out and this time he actually laid with me for a while. He put his hands behind his head and added some details to his revelation. "It was an older girl. She was like 17 and my dad thought I still needed a sitter. She was on the phone bitching about how her boyfriend wasn't that good in bed. I just got done with my shower and. He was having trouble getting his eyes to focus and words to come out properly. He had already poured more than a pint of corn whisky down his gullet, and a fire had kindled just below his breastbone. Fumes filled his head."What is it then?" she said, smelling the stubble-faced man's lank body although he was a yard away. He noticed that he no longer had a pistol."Whisky, darlin', good ol' Marylan' rye whisky. Some calls it lightning, some such bloody name." No, I thank you," Elizabeth said,.