Late afternoon I was coming home after work, thinking about I was not in a hurry to reach the empty house. I was tired enough even for cooking my own ...inner; so, I was thinking about having a warm shower to relax and masturbate later on my bed…As I entered the lobby of our building, I saw our neighbor from the last floor, Wilson, a huge black man in his early thirties, a very nicely muscled guy, always with a smiling and friendly face. He was waiting for the elevator and a Latin friend was with. .. so you know ultimately it depends on how you look at it. It could be answered with philosophy, biology, genetics, physics, of all types, or even by the legal definition. But anyway, all that aside... are you?" She finally finishes her rant and leaves you a chance to respond."Sorry, I've just never heard him called anything but Richard, so that just threw me off a little," you pause momentarily and then continue. "I also didn't know he lived with anyone. I'm sorry, are you his daughter?" Oh. No Dad! I didnt! I dont feel good, okay. I just want to go to bed, I said fighting back tears from the sting of his insult. Oh youre going to bed alright, he said with a mix of anger and cunning as he grabbed my arm hard and pulled me to my room. Get undressed, he ordered throwing me onto my bed. What? I practically, squeaked. I couldnt understand why he would say something like that. I watched helplessly from my bed as he started to undo his belt. I had started thinking that maybe I was. But thanks to my "mom", the village has thrived over the years with very little exciting events. My mom is technically considered my dad because of the fact that she is a futanari, or a chick with a dick. I know this because I'm one too. But my family isn't exactly "perfect". My mother never saw me grow up because she was kidnapped by sex hunters two days after I was born. Anyways, life in the past was always a fight for survival. Us vikings were always at war with an anthromorphic species of.