There are no boys living within the original boundaries of the town. At least not teenage boys. Sometime between the thirteenth and sixteenth birthd...ys, the boys change into girls. Most remember being boys for about a year but the memories fade quickly. As far as the rest of the people are concerned, they don't have a clue. To them, the girls have always been there." The change is permanent Rachel. There is no going back. In fact, ever since you appeared, my male memories are fading. He said keep your legs spread. He took his belt and beat the hell out of her cunt. Finally she screamed that she was cumming. Dad beat her cunt for another 20 minutes the said roll over. He immediately started to beat her ass. Mom was now sobbing and crying as her ass was marked so beautifully. By now I had my cock out and was jacking off not too fast or hard because I didn't want to cum until dad was finished with mom. After an hour mom was blubbering incoherently but dad was relentless in his. ’I said, “Matt, remember back when I had concealment envy?” The slick pistol-hiding slot near the gearshift of his Audi.He smiled, “What now?”“Rifle envy.”I now have a similar hiding slot for my Heckler & Koch in my pickup. But the idea of a rifle had intrigued me ever since Matt had shown me his father’s Echols Legend.He said, “Better than penis envy.”“Oh ... maybe.”Daddy had never owned a rifle, just handguns. I followed suit, but then added a shotgun back when Hugo Blenheim, that monster,. "Maybe. I still carried around a lot of guilt for years. Between the accident and you arriving, my life was really turned around for the better." She then paused for a moment and then spoke softly. "I still think about them... it was such a waste."We sat there in silence for a few moments. "Did you ever use drugs?"Mom paused for a moment and looked me in the eyes. "Yes. I smoked pot, and I tried a few other things, but never again after that night. Their deaths scared me away from drugs."There.