I had originally taken up flying, so that I could take my own plane to jobs far from home, but it didn't look as though I would be doing that with my ...ittle chickadee.Since my little chickadee was molded plastic, not fiberglass, it was effected less by heat. It could therefore stand the color wash I intended to apply to it someday. I planned to add a little gray over spray on the top. To kind of make it look like the little chickadee bird. I didn't know anyone who could do it but I would bet a. The hand around her throat tightened, almost cutting off her air supply. As he began to move she tried to scream but Jack’s hand made it difficult. In all her fantasies she never thought chocking would be this arousing. “Bitch you are fucking tight...” he grunted as he fucked her cunt. Phoenix loved the feeling of him withdrawing almost all the way then slamming back in all the way. It was hard not to cum and she arched her back so her bouncing breasts would brush against his chest. “Oh baby. .you are the one who bore me for 9 months within you, fed me with your blood and life....taken care of me for all these while......"."Raj, not me....it was your father who had been impregnated with the seeds of life and he is the one who carried you for the oncoming 9 months......" But mom..how is that possible.....?" Raj....your father and me...we're actually a transsexual couple... me the MTF, your father the FTM.....biologically, I am your father and he is your mother...."I felt the whole. “Girls,” Deidre said, nodding to them as she marched to James Maxwell sitting at a computer, two monitors before him. He ran the department.“Deidre,” James said, an affable man in his early forties, hair as dark as his two daughters. “Here is Subject 3.”A Facebook profile filled the computer screen of a man of James's age, his hair sandy-blond. His profile picture had him standing smiling with his arm around a pretty brunette, also in her forties and looking in great shape for a woman of her.