”Helen turned, no sobs, no tears and walked away with her head down.“Let’s take a look at our house.”“Renee, let me have a minute with Digge....”“OK, lover. I’ll wait by the door. We should walk in together.”“OK.”I led Digger around the cars to the far side of the driveway.“Digger, Helen is still married to me so keep an eye on her. If the woman she is living with has lost her job as well, let me know. I don’t want her on the street. OK?”“Yeah, Wildman.”We walked back to the front door and Digger. "Oooooo MOMMA! You nasty fucking bitch, your fucking tits are really huge! You look like a slut with those huge boobs bulging out like melons. Paul, you mother fucker! Squeeze those fucking tits! Squeeze the horny bitch's big boobs till they swell out to her mouth! The bitch wants to lick her own fucking tits! I wanna see you mommy, how you move your pink fucking tongue on those terrific tits! Oh, please mommy, do it now! Lick that big fat tit with your sexy pink tongue!" said my son Dave. Though Lois is very turned on right now and I'd love to have her in every fucking and non fucking way, this is HER emancipation and we need to pace it better for her. Still, you seem damned emancipated already! Let's get a quick drink then come back and finish our game. It will lead us back here in a little while, only better, if that's possible! Besides I still have my shirt and underwear on, but my stiff dick is about to drill a hole thru the Speedo. Look, it's still pointing straight ahead!. Shepherd will be able to explain it better when you take her class,but basically it mean some of the boys who come to this school likedressing or acting like girls, while others are boys one the outside,but feel like girls on the inside."The idea of being transgendered hit a raw nerve. It was almost too muchto take in. Madam Martinique seemed to notice how much that little pieceof information had blown me away, and came to my rescue. "You did a verygood job with your explanation, but I think.