"If you do it right hemay even grow to like being a girl!" Wouldn't that be wonderful," Dave said sarcastically. "My son, thegirl!" How does 'My son...the convict' sound Dave? Lisa asked. "I'd rather havea daughter at home than a son in prison!" Think about it Dave," Allison pleaded. "If we really love him we've gotto reign him in now!"Dave stared out the window for several minutes, lost in his thoughts.Finally he shook his head and took his wife's hand. He looked at Lisa fora moment then. Then Michael farted. Michael's fart was very stinky, like fresh shit, but he had not told me I could stop smelling his butt yet, so I kept smelling. Michael farted three more times before he let me stop sniffing his butthole.Michael chose truth so I asked him why he had made me smell his butt like that. Michael just laughed and said that he did it because he could. I chose dare again, and this time Michael had me suck his little dick. "Suck my dick," Michael started, "Until I tell you to stop.. " Rick replied "I just haven't seen him for a while and I was wondering how he was doing." He said to Dan."Can I get you a cup of coffee?" he offered his visitor."Sure Dani, I take it black." He replied."Sit down sugar I'll go get it." Saying that he turned on his heel and sashayed to the kitchen. Making sure to shake his ass a little extra as he left the room. He returned a few moments later having adjusted his breasts to reveal a little more cleavage in the hope it would excite Rick a little. I watched you grieve and then hide in your work as if that was the only thing left in this world. Some of our friends would come up to me and wonder how long it would take you to finish grieving. Two weeks ago, I remembered the envelope that Dora had given to me. I pulled out the letter again. I went through a period of grateful remembrance and then I opened the envelope which was marked number two and followed her instructions as well as I could.’ ‘Inside of this box are four tapes with.