So when he started hinting at being humiliated by being fucked by my black "bull" I went along with it.Sometimes he would ask me if I would really do ...hat I said I did in my stories and I had to break his bubble and tell him no, that I was married and it meant the only man I would ever have sex with was him. He would be disappointed but let it go enjoying the fantasy.He was getting towards his forty-first birthday and was a bit down about it. I tried to cheer him up but to no avail. What could. We talked about what she should say and planned to have her stand away from the side of the gate that would cause charging riders to head into our traps. The plan was that if they charged the gate, she could take a shot at the leader and then hide behind one of the many timber snow and wind breaks.We noted the sounds of men approaching and I said a small prayer that my family and I would come out of this OK. Opal Anne and I took our places and Betty Mae walked towards the gate and stood firm. Your body is left open and hungry still. In your fantasy he filled you with his spunk. However this man hasn't so much as given up a drop of his juices yet. Jumping, you note his breath on your ass. Next you bump against the couch as your bum is invaded by his tongue. He doesn't do this long just enough to tempt you to beg for more. Then it happens, he straightens up as you hear him spit. Then his hands spread your asscheeks with his fingers on the rim of your asshole. (OH FUCK, this is it you. I know that sometimes when I'm excitedabout doing something, I couldn't be happier, and its the best thing inthe world." Kind of like new car buyer's remorse?" I asked.Mom grinned and shook her head. "Exactly like that," she said. "Butwhat would you know about buying a new car?" Nothing really. I just see and hear it with other people. But I getwhy you're comparing a sex change surgery to it. But its not going to bethat way with me because I'm never going to get tired of being a.