The eyes of the wheelchair bound man widened gladly upon seeing Judy, asmother looked at the body of her precious daughter, before weakly saying"I--I ...idn't know if I was going mad or not upon regainingconsciousness. Until I see my good friend Barbara enter my room, whothen whispers that she's not really Barbara, but TJ. Then I almostfainted when I see myself enter the room, only to discover it wasSandra!"The man in handcuffs crept slowly to look at the person in thewheelchair. "My-my god! Dr.. You exist for cock. But there is more. So much more, faggot. So much more to being a boy-crazy cock-loving sissy bitch. You need to fuck.You heard me right, sissy.You need to fuck. Fucking is the best thing about being a sissy. Fucking is the reason for a bitch like you to exist. Sucking cock is amazing and fulfilling but fucking cock is what you were born to do. Your ass is the source of all your pleasure, sissy. Your ass is your primary sexual organ. Your ass is how you fuck. Your ass is how. I invited then in and brought out some beer, and we all sat in our small living room and made small talk. Slightly awkward to say the least, probably for them as well as for me. And then the show began. Maryanne walked in with a smile on her face and greeted our guests warmly. Three of the guys we knew from New Years Eve, and two we hadnt met before. I could tell she was nervous and excited and anxious to get things going. She finished sipping the glass of wine she was holding, stood up and. As I ventured downstairs, still stretching, I realized the house was mine for a few hours. My mother was working, and my father had a meeting until noon. A bowl of fresh red apples sat on the kitchen counter, and I couldn't resist eating one. I sat at the kitchen table, listening to the bird songs and the radio that our neighbors had on by their pool. When I was finished, I laced up my tennis shoes and was out the door, and I started running. Ever since I hit puberty, running had always been my.