If she bothered to listen or read my apologies, promises and explanations, it didn't make a difference to her. I had blown it. A few drunk-dials over ...he next couple of months didn't do much for my dignity, but then those stopped, too. I was depressed.I told my family what happened, the short but truthful version. There was no way I could sweep the breakup under the rug. My parents didn't make it much easier on me-they loved Maria, but they saw I was suffering, and were as supportive as they. Her attempt made her throat open and my prick slid deeper into her sweet mouth. I believe if she wasn't cuming so hard she would of gagged. But, she was in ecstasy as I watched her body tremble and shake.All this with my rock hard cock in her sweet mouth, her esophagus muscle massage the heck out of my penis. My intense moans set Shelia off again, she later told me it turned her on- knowing she could bring me that kind of pleasure. Instead of trying to stream this time, Shelia sucked my cock so. You would never know this to look at me as I am 5ft10”, broad in the shoulders from hitting the gym, heavily tattooed, sporting a skin head and a luscious big beard. I could walk right passed you on the street or be sat next to you in a bar and it would never even cross your mind that I am trans. The biggest give away would perhaps be if you were to see me naked as I have opted to not have any genital surgery. This is because after so long receiving hormone therapy, my clit is now extremely. "Why?" Because I don't want you to end up like your mother who's as bitter as bitter can be. You are better than that. I raised you to be better than that."Brendan dropped his head into his hand, mimicking his father in the coffee shop without realizing it. "I can't. It's too soon." Probably so, Brendan, but you don't have the luxury of time to lick your wounds either. You have to interview for a job that is going to pay shit, treat you like shit, and scare the shit out of you. This job isn't.