Roban thought she looked kind of cute, like a doggy holding a chew-bone in its mouth. That’s when the door to his cell was pushed open again. His si...ter walked in, a frown on her face, behind her Denyssa looked frightened. How could that girl be afraid and blush at the same time?Athea took in the whole scene before she spoke.“What happened?”“Ouhm, Hassika and I had...”“Will you stop fucking her when you talk to me, Roban. That’s like talking and eating at the same time. It’s impolite, and you. Then I went downstairs to see what dad was doing. I hope he was making breakfast I was starving.When I walked into the kitchen dad was sitting at the table drinking coffee. He smiled and asked how I felt. I told him I was sore and as I stood in front of him I opened the towel and showed him my red throbbing sore pussy. He pulled me forward and kissed my belly and pelvis. I wrapped my arms around his head and held him in a hug as he kept kissing my pelvis. When we pulled apart he had me sit on. Name the place."She pointed and he peeled away from the kerb, pulled off the road, and nosed the car into a space between two painted lines. Not that it mattered; he could have parked the QE2 diagonally in the car park and not hit anything.It was a typical chain pub with no identity, almost scared to be different. Inoffensive chart music played at a low volume to a handful of people dotted about the place nursing unfinished drinks. All of them looked thoroughly miserable, as if they were. I am Micheal or rather Michelle. Let me explain that , you see this story starts when I was six or seven. In school I learned the name of a classmate was Michelle and that was the feminine version of my own name. After learning this I really wanted to have that name, explaining to my mother that I should really be a girl and I do not feel like a boy at all. My mom already had taken note of my girlish tendencies and agreed. So since then I had been allow to dress and basically be a girl as much.