.. the boys mow with them ... and they hate it. 1200 acres ... minus the hangars and runway, the house and Inn. It's a lot of grass. No golf carts eit...er.Oops ... got side tracked, mom said I would. You should see her journals! Sex! sex! and More sex! She made me read them so I'd know what was happening to my body. I still don't get it. Mom said if I went to 'regular' school, I'd probably know more about sex than she thought I needed. See ... sidetracked again.Anyway, I was meandering when the. Adam looked from Trae’s lap, to Edna’s face to Trae’s face. Trae was staring passed Adam at the television, which was showing a reality show. He seemed to not notice Adam standing four feet from him, staring at his dick and face. Trae extended his left arm and threw it around Edna’s shoulders, bringing her in close. Simultaneously he spread his legs a bit, re-exposing his dick. Edna snuggled in closer to him, draping almost her entire right leg over Trae’s left.“Ummm, yeah, babe”, Adam. They had a comb to hold them on but Tiger was sceptical thiswould suffice and had brought something much better to ensure they stayedin place. As she positioned them on the sides of Anita's head to form twolong dangling ponytails that brushed his shoulders she treated each combwith a generous amount of actual superglue, pasting it to his own hair.Anita cried out it pain as Tiger gave a test tug on each, perfect!As pretty as their sissy looked in his delicate lingerie and frillypetticoat, with. As a professional sculptor, I considered a minor in sculpture, but that made things too complicated, so instead I just took as many sculpture classes as I could get away with.On the bright side, I kind of had a baby face; I managed to fit in with most of the 18-24 crowd, mostly surprising them when I revealed my actual age.My mother was Italian, and I'd picked up enough of the language from her and from my uncle to coast through the basic levels of Italian, but in order to finish my language.