Harold held her and rocked her gently as she cried. That seemed to be his job today, as he had done the same thing for his daughter. When Rita regaine... her composure, she sent Harold into Tommy’s room and headed to the ladies room to freshen up.Tommy was happy to see Harold, happy in general, and specifically happy, because he was worried about Momma Rita. After they exchanged pleasantries, Tommy voiced his concerns.“Mister Harold, can you take Momma home so she can get some rest? I’m fine now,. ” He said, and I let out a shaky breath as his lips pressed against mine. My back against the wall and his body pressed against mine, hands pulling at my belt to unbuckle them.He yanked the belt off and it fell to the floor as he began to pull my jeans down, breaking the kiss and getting on his knees.He pulled down my underwear and lifted up one of my legs to rest on his shoulder before glancing up at me, biting his lip.“Say you want this baby, say you want me.” He said softly kissing my thigh. "She continued, "You three also all pass perfectly each as black women, sothere are no issues regarding a transition or your talents tosuccessfully morph into your new lives. The fact that you can all soeasily change and adapt female intonations in your voices is another signof true repressed-gender-dysphoria." Listen," I asked, "Everything you said makes so much sense. I think youare right about the true gender-dysphoria, and we are not just adaptingto a harsh and unusual circumstance. What. Rachel watched them take command of the rooms they entered, in some way or another, and dreamed that it was her. She stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, looking at her 15 year old body and dreaming of cock. Rachel ran her hands down her naked flesh, from her neck and down through the valley of her huge DDD tits. “You will never be a sex object with these big bastards” Rachel said to herself as she lifted and jiggled her giant mounds of flesh on her chest. Her 5 foot 2.