“Want some?” I offered it to Max. “It feels really nice.”“Thanks, but I’ll shower when I get home.” Max said. “Speaking of which, it�...s about four o’clock. When do you want to head back?” Cold, fresh water was now coming out of the hose and I rinsed it down between my thighs as we talked. “I’m good for a while,” I said, stroking my legs in the stream. “This is a fun group. Are the other members as friendly?” “Mostly,” Max said. “Like they say, ‘The group that fucks together…’ ” He let the. I had seenEmma applying lipstick before and managed to put some on without lookinglike a clown, and then I placed the wig upon my head and walked out toface my mother.She stopped crying at once and gazed at me. "Emma? Is that you...I saw youburied today...it can't be..."I spoke and of course my voice sounded nothing like hers. "No, it'sEdward, your son...but you can pretend I'm her. I only dressed this way tomake you happy."She smiled and kissed my forehead. I said to her "But I want this to be. He made a spitting sound and I felt I glob of what Ipresumed to be his saliva land on my stretched open, vulnerableentrance. Noticing the bottle of poppers beside my face on the bed I unscrewedthe top and inhaled deeply. I knew what was coming next, knew the painthat I would experience as my ass was being taken would be eased by themind numbing effect of the bottles contents. I also knew from my ownsexual experience as a male that taking a girl doggy style is a muchharder and deeper fuck than. She said she would tell Wendy before she put her house on the market but she wanted to give her time to settle in first.June 15th 1990Ethel moves today. We had a goodbye fuck last night and she wore the black basque again. I am sad but I know she is doing the right thing. Her pet project, Wendy, has exceeded all my expectations. She is wonderful with Janice and her contributions around the house have allowed Ethel to back off her work over the last few months. Wendy even interviewed the new.