Turning to look behind me, I moved as if in slow motion until I came face to face with what turned out to be a tiny hand print on the window. I watche... helplessly frozen in place, as the window frosted over around the tiny hand print that suddenly appeared. Gazing at it, I noticed that it would have been too small for it to have been my son or daughter’s to have done it. * * * That evening as I laid in bed, I fought sleep, knowing something significant was about to occur. Whenever I was about. ., Fuck, yes...just like that! Faster! MMMmmm...your hands feels so soft...AH!”Jaiden jerked him faster and so did I. I wish that it was Jaiden’s soft hands on my dick right now.“Are you a good little sissy boy?”Jaiden blushed, but he nodded gently.“Mmmm...that's good! Ahh! You know what good little sissy boys do?”He was still blushing, but shook his head this time.“Mmmm...sissy boys, they like to suck a nice hard cock! You want to suck it, don’t you, little sissy? Ahh! My hard cock in that. "Bit of an exaggeration," I mumble."Kinda like the way you 'exaggerated' about your relationship with yourparents?" Krystie says in an accusatory tone, before giggling and givingme a playful hug. "It's okay, it's okay, I forgive you... God knows you'venot exactly had it easy these past few months. Come on, let's see if wecan't dance away some of your stress!" I smile as Krystie leads me intothe dance studio where all of my other friends are waiting for me. Aftertying my hair into a ballerina's. I remember that the impulsiveness settled into contentment, the hunger became less urgent but our love remained deep and comforting.Oh yes, it was some time ago, but I remember the feel of a woman’s flesh, and want to feel it again. To lie again with a woman, to kiss and let our tongues dance together, to see and feel again the beautiful softness of a breast, the nipple a hard bud in my hand. I would take your nipple onto my mouth, gently tease it with my tongue, a soft bite, a suck to raise it.