“Hello. I’m Irene Lipke.”“I’m Glenn Reston and this is Sierra Poole.”“I’m Jackie’s mom,” Sierra added.“Pleased to meet you. This...is one of the home rooms for our special needs students.”“I know the school classified Jackie as special needs. Other than being transgender, she really doesn’t have any special needs. She’s bright and a good learner...”“Special needs doesn’t imply learning disabled,” Mrs Lipke replied. “Classifying her as such permits us to excuse her from phys ed, for example. Sixth. Still a little shocked that my dreams where actually coming true, I slipped my two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. I started to pick up pace as she let out a soft moan. I grabbed her pillow and covered her mouth so mom wouldn’t hear and moved my fingers to place my cock at the entrance of her pussy. Then waited a few seconds as my heart raced and then thrust in hard. “*ugh* *ugh* that feels so good in your wet pussy. You like that in you, huh? You like me to fuck you hard? *Ugh*” I replied. Bored… and frustrated. I had my fortieth birthday the previous August. A feeling that time is running out and dumped twice by Moody during the summer but asked back on each occasion to which I had said yes – I love her but my loyalty and devotion seem to count for nothing. Hedonism is all I appear to have left. Or is that just an excuse for my immoral behaviour? Do I believe my own lies in order to really deceive others more skilfully? I’m having a mid-life crisis. Fack. My whole life has been. ””Ok, Mom, ” I replied, ”And really, I don't smoke. It's disgusting and dangerous.””Ok, hun, ” she said as she stood. She turned and walked to the backdoor and added, ”I believe you.”I sat on the lounger and actually gazed at the stars and watched a batt flying around a streetlight. I heard that same dog barking in the distance and noticed that my brothers light was back on. His curtains were still closed so I stood and walked to the backdoor. I walked to my room and stripped off my clothes..