I wear thin black tights, black boots, and carry a brown leather handbag. My nails and makeup are already done, so I am ready for the evening.I pay, D...lan and I embrace, and I head up the High Street on a warm late July afternoon.As a trans woman, I still sometimes feel nervous when I step outside. You’d have to look closely to tell, but people do tend to look closely at me. I’m small and slim, with big brown eyes, a full mouth and a rather large nose with a diamond stud through the left. I wanted to cum in this chick. I wasn't attracted to her but I wanted to make her mine for ever. I wanted to make her pregnant. I had no intentions of supporting a child but my primal instincts were kicking in. I had to fill her up with my seed. As for child support, I already have 4 kids with 3 other baby mammas and hadn't paid a cent for those nor was I planning on paying for this child if anything came out of this. So for me, this was purely leaving my mark on her. As for her finding. But that wasn't nearly my greatest fear. Not by a long shot. I'd just started wondering what my mom and dad were going to make of my new fiancee.As it turned out, I needn't have worried. Ellen was the soul of discretion until she and my mother and sisters were alone together. After that I could hear the four of them laughing and howling and undoubtedly making jokes at my dad's and my expense. I didn't mind though because my dad and Ray and I were sitting in the kitchen, having ourselves a drink. “Nevertheless, your blood,” she said. “And, he cares about you. Believe me when I tell you that, but . . .” “But?” I said. “David, this is going to be the worst for you. I know it, and I would have, and still would, do anything to save you from this, anything within my power,” she said. “Get to it, Stacey, stop beating around the bush; you’re killing me,” I said. And, she was, killing me that is. “David, you are not Jenna’s father; Ronald is,” she said. Well, I knew what it was now, the big.