When a compote of red and black cherries, berries and currents arrived with unlimited quantities of fresh cream, Jane sat remembering having had cream...on the table as a girl. Such luxuries were unknown during, and in the aftermath of the war; even had they been available, everything was rationed. Because of her fascination with the food, Jane heard almost nothing of the conversation, which was, in any case, all politics and therefore of no interest to her.When the speeches started Sir Henry. "I didn't even touch her pussy!"All too soon, Kelly's front was done and the girls just rolled her over and started on her back. Kelly closed her eyes again, just savoring the attention and still basking in the warmth of her climax. She could hear the girls whispering as Cara worked her shoulders with the strength of a professional masseuse.Ami continued to work on Kelly's arms and sides as Cara made her way down to Kelly's lower cheeks. With powerful hands, she kneaded the soft flesh beneath. He didn't need to be.Leanne knew that others had different ideas. Especially in her old fashioned town in Virginia. But most people knew their family and finally accepted the way it was.Bobby was the fun uncle who brought gifts when he visited. This time the gift was him moving closer to home along with his new beau. That and a Pride flag that they brought for Leanne to hang in her bedroom.Raymond was smart and funny and looked just like Eric Braeden who played Victor Newman on The Young And. Outside,behind a mask, she felt more, dysphoric again. Almost like back then,when it felt dangerous to go outside as your true self always preparedthat some weirdo jumped in front of her, from hiding behind a car or treeor whatever, just pointing a finger at her and yelling, "Disgustingtranny."It never happened. No one ever cared. Her life improved a lot since thatnight she almost jumped from that building, six and a half years ago. Andyet she felt like that again. Just because of hiding her.