Hey, I thought of something weird. It's summer..." That's odd alright." Shut-up. What I mean is that it was pretty warm even in the shade of the fores... and we've been sweating all day..." You're saying asking us to use the spring was a not-so-subtle hint." Could have been. But here's the thing: the cabin wasn't that hot at all--even with a fireplace that you could use as a parking garage." He took a sip of root beer and, finding it surprisingly tasty, quickly gulped down the rest.Greta's brow. “I’m Ashley. I’m 15, I reeeeally love sex and I really, really like older guys. You’re cute.”I shook her hand, my mind absolutely refusing to work at anything above a base, animal level. My cock, if anything, grew harder at the touch of her cool, soft hand. I imagined that tiny appendage wrapped around my cock as it spewed a load of hot cream across her young, upturned face.“Hi,” I said.“Cool apartment,” Ashley said. “Where’s your bedroom?”I just stared at her.“Huh?” I said.“You’re bedroom,. Thank God theselectures are just being streamed and not recorded. I think we may needto pull back on the feminine training for now." Well dear, I am so glad you are finding your metamorphosis soenjoyable. Do you really want to pull back on your transitioning? I amnot sure if you can do that at this point, even if you wanted. Theother evening you were quite the woman in bed. Your moans were morefeminine than mine as we made love. Oh, were you moaning -- and askingfor more as you arched your back. That wasn’t to be, as thinking about Jorge took me down a very different path. I stopped typing, leaned back, and reminisced about him, and others.“What’s wrong, Daddy?” Birgit asked a moment later.“Daddy was just thinking about some things that he’s trying to figure out.”“What?”“About dying.”“Like Jorge?” she asked.“Yes. And my friend Stephie. The one in the picture in the ‘Indian’ room who used to be married to Jason. And my friend Joseph, who died before you were born. And my girlfriend who.