HowSofia had been my mentor and teacher and how heartbroken I was when shedied. How I liked to feel feminine and that it made me feel softer andgentle... than as a boy. How it made me a better parson, and thatdressing was a part of me I couldn't give up. I told her I loveddressing but I wasn't gay, and I didn't want to transition.I don't think she fully understood, and to be honest, I wasn't sure Ifully understood either. She was upset I hadn't been able to tell her,but she understood how. Looking ahead, we will need some buildings too. It is too far away to travel back and forth from one side of the grant to the other every day.”Charley questioned, “What about Hank? We’ve kind of sidestepped him. He wants to build a ranch over on the other side of the grant.”I answered Charley, “Hank wants to do that himself. I thought we would finance him getting started. We never would have had a chance like this if it wasn’t for him. He can even keep the ranch separate if he wants too.”“I. The way he looked at her made her melt.She looked down for a second and noticed something bulging between his legs.She thought, Oh fuck, I want him. Does he want me?He caught her staring at his crotch and gave a slight chuckle.It was on.She “accidentally” dropped her pencil beneath the table. She went down to pick it up. When she turned around, still under the table, she saw his hand adjust the tent in his pants.“I saw that,” she teased.“Ha, did you want to see more?” He laughed.Her hand. As if he knew what she had said he mounted her but his cock, still fully extended after Ann, couldn’t reach the intended target. “Oh shit you want more” gasped Rhonda. Pushing him down she quickly got into position and Goldie did the rest.Again he began to hump her wildly. Rhonda squealed loudly as he enjoyed his second bitch. Seemingly with boundless energy he had Rhonda moaning and groaning. Victor watched, wide-eyed, at the goings on. He stopped playing with his cock. Instead he walked to.