According to the boys they were racing against, they had been going over a hundred miles an hour when the car blew a tire. They left the road, bounced...off a big boulder, and crashed sideways into an oak tree. Jr died in the crash. Mike was taken to the hospital where they told him they weren’t sure he would live. A priest was allowed to visit with him to administer last rites. He begged the priest to make sure that me and my family were told about his confession, that he was sorry for what he. I needed another source. My first thought was Helen, my mother in law.By the time I had reached this conclusion it was 4:00 PM. I had last seen Frank and Gloria in Burbank at 2:30. It's more than 80 miles from there to Santa Barbara, on US 101, legendary for horrific afternoon traffic. It was virtually impossible for them to be at Frank and Helen's home yet.Helen answered quickly, almost as if she was waiting by the phone."Jack! How wonderful it is to hear from you. Gloria called and said you. “Waste of time, money.” He looked back at the soccer scores in L’Opinion. I stammered, wondering whether he was right. Why should a transsexual bother?My gloom faded when we left the chaotic apartment and sat in my mom’s Acura. Marta was bubbly and kissed me as soon as she got in the front seat. I flinched, and she laughed."s*******n and never been-" “I’m eighteen, the older-”Her tongue slipped between my lips and invited mine to dance. I twirled my tongue on hers and followed it into her. Ms. Judith’s are high, standing proud and cone shaped with big fat swollen nipples. Sue’s are huge, but fatter in the middle and not near as pointed with small nipples that she loves having them sucked.“Jody?” Ingrid said as I looked at her mom’s beautiful natural titties.“Huh ... I mean yes she is... “Ms. Judith, you’re a very beautiful, very, very sexy woman,” I said truthfully.“Thank you Jody - I needed to hear that. Ingrid and I have some personal things we need to talk to you about. I hope.