“Not only they. Even I don’t know who the father of each child is. I can only take an educated guess. It is also possible that none of them could ...ave fathered the child, since I am fucked by any man who fancies me or I take a fancy to. But does it matter?” she asked innocently. I stared in disbelief.“It doesn’t matter? For any man, it is a matter of pride to know he fathered a child” I said.Sushma shrugged. “They love all children as their own. There was never an issue about who was the father. Once in a while a nurse would comein, but otherwise, the girl had no visitors. This gave the girl achance to think, especially about how she ended up here.It started with one tragic fact. Although she knew she was a girl, tothe people around her, she appeared to be a boy.And she had started to despair of being able to change their minds.Finally, one summer day, while her parents were gone, she snuck into hersister's room, and tried on her stuff.Seeing herself as herself made her weep.Then she. I was so excited. I had an appointment with a doctor. I stayed in bed the first week after we left France. Finally, I swayed into the aft lounge. It seemed like all the big events of my life occurred there. I wore a white satin wraparound blouse. The neckline plunged nearly to my pierced belly button and flaunted my melon sized breasts. My adam's apple had been shaved so that I spoke like Jessica Rabbit whether I wanted to or not. My nose was smaller. My lips were fuller. My face was. I spread my legs wide open allowing you a nice view of my trimmed pussy pink and succulent; and I was already glistening with my juices. I spread my lips apart so you could see what you had done to me already. I reached for a bread stick from the table beside the bed. You watched as I brought it to my mouth and traced my lips along the bread stick as if it were your cock. When I reached the end, I sucked it. I then trailed it down around each of my rock hard nipples enjoying the roughness of.