Of course I have done my best to alter all of the personal facts and informations, to protect the privacy and personal life of her and her family, it ...ill be written as the first person, in my own words, for making it more fun to read and enjoy, the story was broken into a few parts to avoid making it boring for the readers.My Son in Law (Part 2)A continuation of the same story from part (1)I said “I asked if you were sleeping in my room last night and you did not answer me, did you or did you. I taste warm blood. Even mother now seems concerned. Ayla clenches her teeth. Sheabsolutely hates me; she's told me so. The woman's such a dyke. "Fine,"she stammers out, "We'll see about getting you out for an hour or two."With that she stomps out of the room. Even a minute later I can stillhear her loud pounding feet marching through my house.Honestly I hadn't expected her to give in. Quickly I run to my bedroom,and dive into my closet. What will I wear? My first choice is a redAsian. Between my fingers or in my mouth before I swallow it and I especially like to rub it on my pussy after it has been pumped full of loads after a hot fuck.It also works quite well as a lubricant ;-)During a blowjob I like this absolutely crazy feeling in my mouth when the warm sperm stream shoots out of the plump, twitching glans and hitting my tongue.Watching a squirting hard cock when he shoots his load is awesome. Can’t get enough of it.I like it when a few splashes of warm delicious cum land. So its hammered into us as we grow up thatbecoming a guy is a brave, even a patriotic choice.But when I was a kid, everybody teased me saying I was far too girly toever be picked to become a man.And I cant say they were wrong.I loved being a girl.But on my seventeenth birthday, I went to the machine. The machine is in atower just outside town, and joining me there was every girl born in thesame month as I was. We spent several days in a large dorm together,revelling in our freedom from adult.