"You must be hungry, once the maid has finished our lunch we can retire tothe living room to eat in private," she said paying my father no mind, asif ...e wasn't even in the room.At that time my feminized father set two plates on the table, each with asimple sandwiches on it. As he set them down I noticed his nails werepainted a pale girly pink. This caused me to remember an incident thathappened when I was 6 or 7 years old. One day I had been playing at ourneighbor's house, my parents were. As we exited the store Guthrie needed to use the restroom and proceeded in that direction. After glugging my drink down hastily I also meandered over to the toilets to relieve myself. Upon entering there were three stalls to the left, two of which were occupied, and a urinal to the right. Hating urinals I occupied the third stall. As I entered I heard strange noises from the adjoining stall. There was a huge hole in the wall, and with curiosity getting the better of me I peeked through the. Her arms went around his and kissed him back passionately, their tongues dueling with each other. Her breathing became ragged as she felt his hands cup her ass and pull her hard into him. She ground herself into him frantically her entire body was on fire with passion, passion for someone other than her husband. When the kiss ended, both were panting, somehow one of his hands had slipped up her sweater and was gently tweaking her tender nipple. “Get in.” Was all she could manage to say? . His particular question was how I ranked in my class. To this day, I hate comparing and ranking people.I thought about how long I remained awake in my room. I never did hear the exit of her man. In different circumstances I would have considered my father as her amorous visitor. But that was impossible. Hashing and re-hashing the possibilities wasn’t getting me anywhere. But I couldn’t get it out of my head. Disappointed as I was, I wondered if she would want to continue with me now that she.