"I did what she wanted and what I saw was a forty year old man with a beer belly sitting in front of the TV with a beer in his hand and a half a dozen...empties on the floor. Don't get me wrong here, I love my dad and I'm not disparaging him, I'm just stating what I saw. I went back into the kitchen and my mom told me to sit down. She opened the scrapbook, pointed at a picture and told me to look at it."That is your dad when we got married."I looked at the picture of the tall, slim guy and there. “No! Please don’t,” she half whispered. But her body language showed excitement without fear or distress. She was turned on.She let out a little cry as it went deeper and her hands pushed me back but more by instinct rather than than someone really trying to break free. I grabbed her wrists and pushed all the way deep into her anus. Oh such ecstasy! Her ass was tight and juicy and very stroke in and out of her asshole was pure delight. Holding on to her wrists my strokes got faster and faster.. 'Surreal' isn't just a good way of describing me starting university,but it's also a good way of describing the last two years of my life.Being 'Ian' is so different to being 'Kayleigh-Ann' that I sometimesfeel like pinching myself to make sure it isn't all a dream. Back whenI was 'Kayleigh-Ann', the idea of being able to hang out in shorts anda t-shirt, wearing no make-up and sporting hairy legs and a stubblyface seemed as far away as living on Mars. The thought that I'd havegood, genuine male. I held on to Alison tightly for the longest time, breathing her in, bathing in the feel of her body against mine. My cock soon became limp and slid out of her pussy, and I responded by moving my head to put my face to hers and kissing her deeply. When we finally broke, I whispered, “I love you, Alison, my cherub from the college.”“And I love you, Anton, my big-hearted boy from the High School,” she whispered back. She dismounted me and laid down on the bed, facing away from me and looking out.