He had cradled her when she fell off her first bike ride, wiped away the tears from being dumped by her first boyfriend and cheered her on when she gr...duated just a couple months ago. She had never known a time when he hadn't been there for her. Their mother had been, of course, but they hadn't had a father figure. So, they took care of each other. Now she was upset. Her boyfriend - EX-boyfriend - had just dumped her, declaring he couldn't stand it anymore, her detachment from him, her unease.. Ohhhh. Ohh, ahhh," I sighed, "Oh yes. Oh, fuck me. Fuck my tightarse!"I heard a stifled gasp and giggle from my surrounding friends and wasreminded once more what a strange and new thing this was for them. Theywere only just getting used to seeing their friend dressed as a girl andtaking a cock in his mouth, they had never heard me beg for it like aslut, never really realised quite how much I loved this kind of thing. Igasped and moaned even as my mouth was filled with first one cock thenthe. "Why?" She asks, turning to me. "What's wrong?" She asks, panic creeping into her voice. "I knew about Nicole, didn't I? We did stuff together, didn't we? Oh God! What kind of perverted mother am I?" She cries, burying her head in her hands, leaving wires dangling from the video camera."No! Maggie! Look at me!" I say, pulling her hands away from her face and lifting her chin. "Nothing like that!" I tell her. "I'm sorry if I scared you. I just want to talk about some of the questions I asked you. I don't mind at all that I'm naked. And I'm thinking about you, Freddy."A little understanding was beginning to dawn, anyway. "Freddy" was her pet name for me. It obviously came to her easily in this subconscious state. No wonder Menlo had reacted with disbelief when I told him no one ever called me that.I ordered her to tell me about her room, and for several minutes, she described it in some detail. It seems that the bed was the only piece of furniture in her imaginary nirvana, but it.