As usual, I had breakfast with my parents and they seemed to linger longer than normal over their coffee and morning paper. Finally, they were heading...out the door for work amid goodbye hugs and kisses to each other and me. I made a beeline to the shower and made sure every inch of me was cleanI splashed on some cologne and dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt and then opened the garage and commenced to wait. The minutes seemed to drag by until I heard Valerie's powerful muscle car pull into the. Ellen could hear many of them laughing and gasping as they commented in Spanish about her horrendously gaping pussy. The orifice was stretched nearly 2” wide and was twitching as it struggled to contract. Meanwhile, the donkey’s jism was already starting to flow from it like a waterfall. Ellen was still crying as one of the wetbacks entered the fenced off area and began shouting something to the packed crowd. She had no idea what he was saying, but as the men all around her erupted into. It all became a bit empty and a bit weird. So last spring when I went to Florida to close my parent’s winter house for the summer I stayed. As usual I got my parents on the plane back to their home in Philadelphia then cleaned up their house to button it for the summer, except this year I stayed all summer and into the fall, right up to the week my parents came back down for the winter. It was good to be alone with time to reflect on the whirlwind life of sexual adventure we had been. This was a serious matter. We lived in a small community with standards enforced by shame and gossip. Deviance of any kind signified an unsound mind, unreliability. An unmowed lawn could injure your credit rating at the bank. Sexual or gender deviance was unthinkable!And Trish wasn't a fool. She'd noticed that sometimes I felt I had to break out and play the odds against discovery. That after dark sometimes I'd drive out in a dress to mail a letter. That sometimes I'd risk all by.