Pappy was an old Mexican that spoke without a trace of accent, unless he was messing with someone, which was often. He was of an indeterminate age, me...ning he could have been anything from 50 to 100 years old. He reminded Pete of a gnarled old oak root. Despite the way Pappy good naturedly joked and prodded the other members of the group he seemed always to be ready to react to any trouble from whatever direction. Pete felt like Pappy was a good man to have on your side in any kind of trouble,. Recognizing this, a battle exploded in her mind, as parts, holdingmemories of identities who had taken the most pride in their masculinity,triggered disgust at the idea. In turn, those that had belonged to theprior Feraleen, tried to deny the feelings of shame from this self-judgment, protesting why she found Learic desirable.For the Feraleen, who had once been Fruderick Vontonel, the argument waslittle more than background noise. With most new lives, she had oftenexperienced act that seemed. Damn I thought as I saw these two beautiful tan twins with blonde hair getting it on. Starting off in sweats and soon in a locker room shower. I felt my precum on my hand getting between the friction of my hand and cock, which was the hint to start heading to the bathroom to unload. To my surprise as I reached the bathroom which was across from my room I saw a brunette in my room looking at the screen of my computer. A billion thoughts raced through my head as I stood in the doorway staring. “Hey!” I yelled, banging desperately on the window and trying the door handle again.She started moving slowly forward through the lot, acting as if I wasn’t there. On impulse I took some quick steps and jumped up onto the hood. It was a stupid move. My camera swung about wildly as I stretched out limbs to avoid falling back to the sandy concrete. I had envisioned it being a smooth leap up onto solid footing, stopping her in her tracks with my commanding stance. Instead I looked like a drunkard.