..Feeling like a dirty whore i once again thanked them for letting me have their spunk,and they laughed as drunkardly they staggered off zipping their...pants up. Alone in the backstreet the realisation of what id just done began to sink in and my cock grew hard as i thought about what a slut id been,still with the taste of the last guys spunk fresh in my mouth , i needed a good assfucking more than id ever thought possible and i swore the next guy to come round that corner would soon be up to. “Ah been down London an’ I thought I was hame sick and I saw a shrink an she said she used to be a guy and she was never happy until she transitionated and had her balls cut off and she thought I might be the same like.”“Whit, You a Homo?” Andy asked stunned.“No, I’m becoming a Lesbeen,” Jock explained, “No more willy flopping agen ma lags, ut’ll be grand.”“You’ll need to shave your beard,” Morag said and she called her friend over, “Janet, wee Jock here is transitionin’ tae a LesbeenJanet. It was fine,’ she answers absentmindedly, her mind still trying to sort out what happened or what didn’t happen. Maybe she really was losing her mind. ‘The eggs will be ready in a minute, honey. By the way, I forgot to tell you that I had some information faxed over about that old house on Willow avenue. I know you’ve always been curious about it and I finally got some information on it. I didn’t have time to read it, but I left it on your bed.’ Olivia’s eyes light up at her mother’s words as. No, we’re over at The Gondoliere with Lucy . . . yeah, I got her back to my house, and finally into bed . . . no, we didn’t, you horny pervert. Well, not last night anyway . . . you were where? . . . was Roger there today? . . . oh really? . . . did he say anything? . . . hmm, maybe we can pry some details out of Lucy . . . no, I didn’t. I didn’t want to brag about it . . . yeah, that sounds like fun . . . okay, about six? . . . listen, you fiend, that’s private . . . I love you too, Baby. See.