“Can I have something to drink?” she asked.I sauntered into the kitchen and fetched a glass of water for her. I watched as she gulped the water do...n and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, before proffering a, “Thanks.”She wasn’t budging and I got the sense she didn’t want to leave. She folded up the magazine listing and stuffed it into the leather pocket of the tablet case. She sat back on my couch and let out a deep breath.“You really have a cool place,” she remarked. “Is it just. She was moaning loudly and this encouraged me to give her tornado in her pussy, she was on cloud nine with the pleasure, moaning very loudly, ughhhh ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhh.Then I decided to insert my monster into her, I pulled her and inserted the monster in one go, she screamed like hell, as her hole was tight.I started pounding her with all the energy and power, she was completely enjoying it.It went on for good 20 minutes and she said, it’s her turn now to show me.She made me sleep on the bed. "I am not sure if she even heard the next part of what he had to say. She just sat their quietly staring off in a daze. He was prepared to pay her $100 for her efforts. It shouldn't take more than six or seven hours. Finally, he reaches over and lifts her chin so she is looking straight at him. "This part is very important. You need to make sure you fully understand what I am about to say. For this to work, you must completely convince your son that you are 100% okay with this. If not, they. .. what's the connection?" I'm playing a hunch, Steve." That isn't like you Joe."What could I say? He was right... it WASN'T like me but SOMETHING told me I was on the right track.(DUMM DAH DUMM DUMM!)The Flex Nightclub on Charleston is a well-known hangout for the GLBT Community and I knew I'd find one of my informants, Norma Nightingale, the Transgendered Songstress there. As we walked in she was on stage performing a number on her acoustic guitar. Come and listen to my story bout a boy named.