They think it is cool. And Daddy doesn't mind, and you.And she said that some people want to change because they don't like whothey are, but changing ...he way they present (which means how they dressand like that) or even their body, won't help that. And that other peepswant to change because they want to be who they really are inside, and we-- I -- must to find which is me. And she's kinda right, you know? Ididn't like being me much, and I really, really wanted to be somethingdifferent and. She loves to go on about how much I look liked he did when he was my age. I guess we do look a little bit alike, which doesn't bother me since he isn't bad looking and has aged rather well. We're both 6 foot 1 and except for a bit of gray forming around his temples, his hair is still the same full brown that it always was. The same shade as mine. At least I know that if I keep following his lead that I won't be going prematurely bald. That's actually pretty relieving when I think about it since. 'I kissed her deeply, reveling in the always intoxicating taste of the lips of a girl who was full of my cum.We were startled by a loud 'smack' and a shriek, which was quickly followed by girlish laughter, and we all popped our heads up to see what was going on.Dave and Allan had taken Elizabeth aside to discuss their plans for her anal training, and they had evidently discovered, hanging about eight feet apart from a stout treebranch in the corner of the yard, a pair of long straps and a set. Grunting, another thrust. To be sure. Panting from the effort. Mine. Every night. My cock fell from Cindy. I kissed her butt cheeks and used my shorts to collect the semen. She lay forward on the bed and I climbed alongside her. Having mentally reclaimed my space, I hugged her and said, "Love you Cindy. No matter what. Forever."She sighed, and smiled. It took another week or more. Cindy got a call from Nikki. She was sending a package. Offers from various people. Some serious, some to read and.