" Make sure that when he is dressed as a girl, that he gets treated likea girl. He needs to understand that being a girl is more than justgetting to...wear different clothing. That girls are treated differentlyand have different expectations put upon them. Can you do this? Bothof you?" Dr. Daniels asked.Kristine looked at Richard, and he said, "Doctor, I love my son. Idon't understand this at all, but I will love him and support him nomatter what. But I have to play devil's advocate. He jumps down, his cock bobbing up and down as he stuffs it in his pants and zips up. Then he runs across the yard, pushes through a gap in the cedar hedge, opens the back door and heads to his bedroom in the basement. He strips off his clothes and lies on the bed, hand back on his cock, stroking.Those tits, those fucking tits. Love her nipples, the way they stick out. They're a bit bigger than my sister's. She was so freaking mad when I opened the door to the bathroom when she forgot to lock. It was pale golden color, he thought, wishing he could feast his eyes upon it and remembering his sister's description.Linda; where the hell was his sister now? Had she already sneaked into the room after him, or was she waiting until he managed to get something done? If he got it started, he thought. More than anything in the world, he wanted to just cram his leaking cockhead between those opulent cheeks and into that tantalizing nest of hair, prodding strongly until he found the sweetness of. He backed off her clit, moved to her slick hole, licking and sucking, when he felt Liz’s tongue at his ass leave, to be replaced by a finger, it seemed, a slick finger. Lubed, it slipped easily into his anus, and then found and stroked his prostate. He thought he might explode from the intense sensations coursing through him. The finger slipped out then, then reentered, fatter – two fingers? He felt his hole stretch, feeling the penetration, distracting him from the pussy above his face. They.