I told my mother that I would be fine the whole plane trip to Southern California.When we got to the airport I picked up my ticket that my father had ...aid for. We had to wait for what seamed like an hour at the terminal gate that went to Los Angeles, my mother wanted me to call once I got there that way she would know that I was alright. I had let her know that I would and my 2 months of summer time there I would find things to do. When they called for my plane number, I gave my mother a big. But when he said he didn’t like her, that made the little boy feel ashamed.And Paula? When somebody would suggest that Paul was her boyfriend she would say, “not really,” which was ‘not really’ true but also wasn’t a strong denial. Did that mean that Paul was ‘kind of’ her boyfriend? When you’re eight years old, being kind of a boyfriend is as bad as just being a boyfriend. So the little girl wasn’t helping, or at least not helping much, which annoyed Paul. It bothered Paula to be as dishonest. .. “stop” the silence was finally broken “get off that fucking bottle I decide when you fucking cum” her legs were shaking as she lifted herself of the bottle a little shocked at Ray's sudden outburst. “get on the biggest bottle lets see your cunt hole spread nice and wide”Ray circled her watching her bouncing willingly enjoying her cunt so full, when he was behind her he watched her body taking so much of the bottle a cum ring showed well exactly how much she was taking Then he reached over. I thought about what I had just done and how good an orgasm had felt asa woman. And I decided that I'd like to do it again. But this time witha woman! I was going to have sex with another woman.Soon a plan started to form in my head. I was a woman. And it was Fridayevening, about 10 pm. I had enough food in the house for a long weekendinside and had no other appointments planned for the next two days. Soall I had to do was find someone and have her come here...Me being a woman meant that for.