After I was born mom's doctor advises her that her childbearing abilities are over, she will never have the daughter she always wanted. Subsequently s...e raises me like the daughter she can never have rather then the boy I am. My dad makes it easy for her. Dad's job requires intensive travel. Sometimes he is away from home for months, allowing mom to do as she pleases with my upbringing. This gives mom ample time to bring me up as young girl. She fusses over me and dresses me in frilly pink. But things here were too hard. Only singles got all. As a married man, I didn’t get any. So I joined all dating apps and websites.A few months later, I got a response from one website. Her name was Afreen. She was the same age as me. She was married and was a Pakistani wife living in Canada.At first, we chatted casually. Soon, it moved to audio calls. We use to chat a lot and speak a lot. But she didn’t share her pic until that. I shared mine and she liked me. After a few weeks, Afreen shared. The fact that the laptop had not gone into the sleep mode told Ed that Betty had only recently gone to bed. He moved his finger over the touch pad and the screen jumped to life and one of the pictures on the disk materialized.Ed poured himself a glass of iced tea and sat at the laptop. He slowly went through each picture that was captured on the disk. He studied each picture, searching for any item that he had missed before. He took care to scrutinize every item in the picture. The last picture. The weren’t in the studio, but in a bedroom. She reached for her head and pressed her palm against her temple. ‘What’s going on?’ She asked His voice. His magical mystical voice. ‘No worries honey.’ His timbre vibrated through her entire body, her pussy got warm and started to tingle, love was coarsening through her veins. Maybe love was too big of a word, she’d only just met him today. Although she felt like she’d know him for years. She was a big fan of his work, she traveled from.