“Nothing at all. Anyway, this isn’t about sex with men or women, is it?”Tabitha shakes her head. “No it’s about, uh, about our age differenc....”“And you are afraid to give into your feeling because of that?” the woman asks.Of course that isn’t why, but she can’t quite come out with the truth can she? Would the woman even believe her or would she consider Tabitha a complete nut job? “Not exactly,” she answers. “It’s a little trickier than that.”“Well, I never understood the whole difference in. "Oh ye. You've not met Lexi yet. Alex went through MORFS a few weeks back and came out of it as Lexi, so I now have a daughter." Mum said."Well, well, I would never have believed it if you hadn't said. It's good to see you, young Lexi. How is life treating you?" As well as can be expected, Uncle Arthur," I said with a smile."Lexi has been helping us with the work on the beetle," Dad told him. "Doing sterling work on getting the bodywork cleaned and primed ready for repainting." Well now, I'm. It takes about 30 minutes miss, so if you would settle back, I'll soon have you there. The seats literally pulled me into them and cuddled me. I had never felt luxury like this in my whole short life. There was no car engine noise as we whooshed along the roads stopping some 30 minutes later outside a big modern studio nothing like the little poky shop I had imagined. As soon as the car came to a halt the driver was around to open the car door and then the studio door.Inside the door was a. Wet.I can feel his manhood poking against my cheecks, he moves – I spread my legs a little bit – if we were naked, he would be in me now.It is dark, I can’t really see a thing. The pale moonlight that is falling through the window doesn’t help at all. Merely outlines, shadows. Shapeless silhouettes. The sound of my boyfriend, who had two or three drinks too much, snoring to my left, peacefully sleeping. The sound of his best friend, gasping, to my right.Touch me. Please, have the guts and touch.