My thoughts may have been hard to follow here, because I truthfully couldn’t imagine being dissatisfied with our sex life. I would have been wildly ...atisfied with our sex life even if she worked one-tenth as hard as she did at making it great. But maybe she meant as we got older, I thought. Well, I would always be ten years older than she, the way I figured it, I would be unable to respond to the challenge long before she stopped being able to get a rise out of me—if that were to ever happen at. I paused for a second and in that second he grabbed Melinda's left tit and twisted it hard. She screamed in pain as Dante snarled, " I am trying to make this nice for the bitch but if you don't want to help I can make it really rough. You want your k**s to recognize her when she comes home don't you? Or maybe she doesn't need to make it home. Maybe I will turn this ho out and have her fucking every skank nigga in the hood for the crack I am gonna get her smokin'" At this threat, I plunged. Somehow it added to the young widow's excitement to see how avidly Hans watched her body slowly bare itself before him. The big dog stood as if he were on parade, his whole body alert and upright, his pointed ears cocked forward.Finally, standing in all her naked glory like some ancient Greek statue carved from polished cream-color marble, Sylvia called out softly to Hans. "Come on, Hans... come over here to Mama."Hans hardly needed the invitation. Quickly the big dog loped over to her, his. Whenever I thought about the 'magic dress' Istruggled to believe it was true, that a simple piece of clothing couldmould someone's body just like that. Now, I find it easier to think thatI was just brainwashed, because people believe crazy things when they'vebeen brainwashed.I still think like a boy, however, and everything about being a girl isnew to me. I feel like a child, having to learn everything from thebeginning. I am seen as the youngest in the family, even though my non-identical twin.