I told her that my parents had christened me Thomas Edward but that I usually went by Tom. "No, no, no. I don't mean your given name. I mean the name ...ou have given yourself when you are dressed as a woman." I told her that I hadn't thought of a name. She thought for a few seconds and then said, "How about Pamela Ellen? I think that would be a nice name for you." I had to agree with her; I liked the sound of Pamela Ellen. She said that, from now on, I was Pamela Ellen whenever I came into the. I let everyone know we would be leaving as soon as we were done with the coffee.I took my last sip, and reminded Lucien that he was invited to the Estancia anytime he wanted to visit. I knew he was concerned his family was too big to be comfortable on the Estancia, so I didn’t push it. Instead I suggested he talk to Hiram and the Judge when they returned, and make any future decisions based on their recommendations.Our cavalcade rode out of town a half hour later, preceded by the two scout. It was the destiny of every Asian boy, I suppose, as my mother had told me ...2I have always been a very cute and adorable asian boy. I am 5 feet 7 and weigh less than 140 pounds. When I was younger people often mistook me for a girl. Even in high school I had very little body hair and my legs were silky smooth. My step dad, who is white, often said that when I take off my clothes, I looked just like a girl. My mother is Chinese and my White step dad liked to say I got all the feminine. The tongue lashed up between her legs continually, dredging mournful, sobbing cries of desire from her parched young lips. Watching this, Sarah could feel the flame escalating in her own loins drastically. The aching hunger spread from her abdomen up into her heaving, passion-swollen breasts. She labored, gasping, for breath and squirmed harder down into the cushion, pressing the wet, passion-swollen lips of her panty-covered vagina against it to try to rub out that wildly consuming fire.