"What ever you decide is fine with us Cindy," Mom called as I left the room confused and upset. Why would my parents want me to become a girl permanen...ly, didn't they love the son they had? I was just trying to help out a friend, got involved in a crazy project and now my family thinks I should be a girl. Worse yet, I wasn't sure it was such a bad idea. I mean the clothes are so comfy and feel so nice. I've never been this close to mom before and I did sort of like it when daddy said that I was. You have me on my hands and knees and you start throat fucking me again. Your thrusts are slow and deep, you hold each one for a few seconds before you pull out to let me get some air. You move both hands of your hands to my ass and grab a handful. Youre still fucking my mouth as you reach behind me and let a finger run from my clit to my ass. I try to move but I cant. Im holding my mouth open for you to thrust into it. You continue sliding your finger over my pussy and ass. Finally, you try to. Well, I've always said I preferred a more mature woman and that's true, honestly I DO prefer that but if I could meet someone younger as Katie-Kat was, maybe that would be great too. I wasn't really planning on k**s at all but hey, I'm open minded, I would consider it down the line but now, she too, has dumped me and blocked me because I naturally got worried because she bolted and left and later told me 'I had no right to know when she was leaving and what not'? Seriously? You don't just up. It had to be hers. Ah, that was it. Contact. I felt Sally’s warmth, and spared her a look. She smiled, finishing her Malibu. ‘Last call!’ the bartender called out, as if it were a tornado warning, his voice careening through the bar, infiltrating the little corners, resounding off of the dirt and smoke caked walls. And we drank. One more, a jack-ass said. For the road, a friend yelled. Shots, cried a moron struggling to his feet. And we did. One more, for the road and shots, to keep the winter.