”“Thanks, faggit! When’s the last time you got fucked?”“Three days ago.”“By your boyfriend?”“No. I don’t have a boyfriend. It was ...y stepdad’s brother.”“I bet he fucked the shit outta you.”“Oh, he did! Have you fucked a boi before?”“Yeah. Been about two weeks ago. Latin sissy.”“How’d you meet him?”“I was painting his parents house. He kept hitting on me.”“Cool!”“Suck my dick!”Azia climbed onto the couch and began kissing the head of the eight-inch cock. Jarrod played with Azia’s ass. He spanked. "I'm sorry I haven't got any hands to raise you. They're both full. Where did you learn to do that?" Ballet training." Brilliant! Is there anything you can't do?" Not much," she replied and screamed with laughter.Richard dropped his bag in the hall and handed her a video. "The condor at last," he said."Ooh great! Thanks! You didn't forget. I tried to ring you to remind but you'd left. I can't wait to watch it."Richard put the bottle of wine he had brought on the kitchen table and kissed. As the party continued, guests arrived and left and as day wore on. It was completely dark outside now and almost everyone was hanging out in the living room where the food was being served. There were now a more than a half dozen couples and a bunch of single guys. I recognized some of the people as co-workers of our hostess. No one could have guessed there was anything unusual about this little party. I went outside by the pool, chatted with our housemate and the porn star's husband, who was. My mom replied "Well, he hasn't woken up since they brought him in." sheshook her head. "We are praying he will come back to us."I felt awful. I couldn't tell them it was me in this body, they wouldn'tbelieve me, I felt sure of it. I choked back tears and said "I will praytoo. Its my fault he is like this . . ." I couldn't stop myself fromcrying.My mom squeezed my arm and said "No hun, the police told us he was tryingto help you when the man who hurt you hit his car. Don't blame yourself,I am.