I heard dad and mom arguing over me. Mom was yelling that I had been nothing but trouble since I had been born. My mom even told my dad that I had eve... driven him away from her when I was little. I heard my daddy yelling back at her that it was not true.“Your daughter is queer just like you,” mom yelled at him.I flopped down onto my bed and cried over the mess I had made of things. I blamed myself for everything even splitting up my mom and dad. My mom even thought I was a queer awkward child.. “What does that mean?” she asked.“It means it doesn’t look like much when it’s soft,” I said. “But when he gets hard it’s close to eight inches.”“Is that big?” she asked.“It’s a good thick size,” I said.“I want him so bad,” she squealed.“Are you cumming baby?” I asked as my fingers brought my body to orgasm.“Yes,” she screamed as her body shook with delight.“How do you feel?” I said as I collapsed next to her and started playing with her hair.“Good,” she said. “Can I ask you. Her body trembles for his possession.Her hands cup his jaw, dragging his mouth down to hers in an urgent kiss. His hand sides between their bodies, curling over her mound in search of her swollen nub. Her body shudders as he finds and strokes it.“Do you know what is going to happen to you?” he asks lowly.Mercy feels another shiver race down her back. Her heart palpitates faster, harder—drumming in her chest. She doesn’t answer, she can’t. His mouth presses to hers as he moves over her. Her. Theassistant manager continued to scrutinize his appearance and he wasn'tsure but he thought the other night shift employees were complaining aswell. Timmy should have seen this coming, but he didn't. Somethinginside him blocked that realization and left him simply feeling that helooked one hundred and fifty percent better! His hair was always abeautiful shade of blonde, usually brushed in a somewhat feminine style,his fingernails were painted with clear polish to make them look nicerbut not.