'Yes, Daddy J'. I said. I knew that would kill him.. As hard as it was, I removed my behinds from the vibrating machine, turned around, and bent over ...he machine. Pulling down my ugly boi sweats. Revealing my orange lacy thong.'Yesss, baby boi.. ' Jack let out, as he slipped into a****l mode. He moved himself behind me. Moanin, humping, groping, grabbing, thrusting.. He noticed the plug and slowly pulled it out. 'Such a tight cunt... I knew it.. I knew it, boi'.. Then he pulled my thong aside. 'Then again, if I'm dreaming, how would I know it was a dream? Get a grip, Heather. This isn't the Matrix!'"Hello."Heather spun around at the sound of the voice. It came from a small child, maybe seven or eight years old. He had a face that seemed too serious for a boy his age."You're pretty." He was blushing bright red, looking mostly at his feet, or at least where his feet would be beneath the fog. He occasionally glanced up and, catching her eye, he'd quickly drop his gaze.She shivered. As he approached the dresser, Jason thought once again about his secret. Born a boy, he had always felt he was really a girl, and had spent years concealing it. Now, after so many years of hiding, he could hardly repress the urge to tell-- his parents, his friends, somebody-- anybody. So far, though, only his friends on-line were privy and that helped a bit. He had to do SOMETHING, though, so every night he went to sleep wearing one of his few jumpers and turtlenecks... "Shit!" Something. I was putting away a few things, when the door opened and Sara said to me, “Ok you bitch”, motioning to me with her finger to come to her. She handed me the keys to the rooms upstairs and I instantly became excited and she knew it. “Go up and wait for me, I will there in few minutes”, she said. I took the keys and hurried upstairs knowing something good was going to happen.As I hurried down the hallway in my excitement my pussy had become very wet and was dripping on the floor as I made it to.