She didn't say a thing as she most reverently held and admired my member. She was intently focused at her task at hand. She lowered her head and began...to tease the end of my cock with her tongue. She started to suck the head like a tootsie pop. I wasn't going to be able to stand much more of this. She then started to deep throat the shaft in her mouth, taking it all in and started a rhythm of slow steady strokes. I felt the sensation of my rising orgasm and wondered what I should do. Is she. .. fuck... fuck.Later she found herself parked at the chapel again. As she got out of the car she looked up to see Brother Bob approaching her, his strong arms outstretched to greet her. She soon was in his arms and she loved the overpowering strength of this man. She felt so safe, so comfortable nestled in his arms, against his strong body. Once more if she knew what he had in mind for her she might have run... but perhaps not. After her wild night, who could tell what Linda might respond. Not your nephew! Aunt Karen, I don'tlike being a boy. I actually hate being a boy! I don't want to growup to be a man, I want to be a woman! Nothing about being male appealsto me. I don't like male clothes or the way they feel. I don't likedoing the things boys are supposed to do. What I do like is the waygirls' clothes look and feel. They're so sexy and pretty and thematerials are so wonderful that I get dizzy just wearing them. I lovethe way I feel when I'm dressed as a girl. It. It’s bad enough the way you act inthe privacy of our home, but now you are shaming us,and yourself, in public. And I intend to put an end toit right now!”“Whaddaya mean,” Cynthia snarled.“What I mean is THIS,” her mother replied, hustlingher daughter to the red vinyl couch that furnishedevery ladies room in America. In one motion, she satdown and pulled Cindy across her lap. Cindy couldn’tbelieve what was happening! She could only gasp interror as her.