It was not a pleasant realization that I was becoming my mother. I knowmany women fear it, but I was a man. At least I still thought I was. Itdidn't h...lp that Amy had taken to calling me girl in an effort to be cute.I still hoped I was a man. I knew I used to be, but I wasn't sure what Iwas anymore. I knew I kept catching myself thinking of my coworkers as theother girls. If I was thinking of myself one of the girls, I wonderedwhat Amy thought.Anyway, Amy loved my taking on a more traditionally. "And I get first dibs on your arse this afternoon." Yeah," says Joey Wardell, a fifteen-year-old brown haired boy who has some claims to being my daughter's boyfriend, "and I get to fuck your hot cunt first today." And he moves forward, climbs into the back of the van, lays down and waggles his cock from side-to-side. "Okay slut, climb aboard."So I do. I am right in my element now. Kneeling astride Joey I capture his cock between my pussy lips and drive down until I have every one of his thick. "Move in with me!" she begged softly, about five minutes later. He had shot his load into her, softened and slipped out. He was on his back rubbing the wound his Army buddies inflicted upon him."Move in with you?" Rick asked, wanting clarification."Move in with me!" she repeated, cupping his balls in her soft hand."Joyce, why would you want me to move in with you? I live only five miles from here. Wouldn't I be in your way? Being under your feet." Move in with me!" she sounded like a broken. That really disinterested me, so I just deleted those so-called friends. Anyway, as I received my Yearling badge, I actually met someone nice. He requested a chat window one night, and I accepted."Hello?" he asked."Hello, I'm Kristen," I let him know."I'm Phil," he let me know.We made some nice small talk for a little while, but he eventually asked me something interesting."What's your cup size? I can't tell by your pictures on your profile," he said.I was about to just click the x on the.