We sat on the grass listening to the opening bands that we didn’t know that well. John sat close to me, sharing the coolbox as a backrest, his hand ...troking the exposed skin on my leg as he chatted directly into my ear to overcome the deafening music. Mack lay drifting, enjoying the day with his head on my lap where it had been often before as I played with his hair and chatted to them. John nuzzled me lazily, and sometimes, if I turned my head at just the right time, he’d sneak in a deeper. And... she really doesn't know why... she hardly knows you, Sir. And yet... she feels closer and more secure with you than she has ever felt in her life."I hugged her warmly, enjoying the moment. "Is that what you need most, Dominique? To feel secure?" Yes... Yes, Sir. I think so. But a little more than that... to feel truly secure I also want to be desired... wanted... used... used often... Oh God, what am I saying... I mean, this girl! Ohh! I was doing so good!" Shhh, Dominique... It's all. Relax cuz I'm going all the way now"With one stong thrust Scott broke my boy pussy open. He held all 9.5 inches inside me while I rested and let my body accept what was happening. I laid there and wondered how so many women and men love huge black cock. To me, it just felt like Scott was breaking my body.Reaching over, Scott grabbed a towel and told me to put it in my mouth. He liked when I whimpered but he told me I was not going to complain while he enjoyed himself. I nodded and mumbled "Yes. You can be all swishy and feminine, but it is pretendbecause your soul isn't a woman's. So don't do this to my son, it willnot work out."She thought about her reply, and then she said, "Don Vito. I think Ialways was a woman. I resisted and hated the transition because theyused it to demean and enslave me. They wanted to make me what theywanted. I never wanted that. They corrupted what it means to be a woman.Your son showed me the truth, and I love him for it. He brings out thetrue woman, and.