It was about making me feel so good, so wet and wiggly and sexy."Baby, can I lick your ass?"By this point, if she had said"Can I lick your ass with a ...lamethrower?" I would have said:'"Sure. mom, fuckin' do it..."She got me to act so sluttily and dirty, right in front of her, right with her. Even though I became distraught later on by the whole idea of i****t with my mother, the sense of liberation I got from not having to hide, or lie or pretend about ANYTHING...that stayed with me the rest of. Sixteen years of boyhood that could never begotten back. I cried in almost a wail of anguish as the boy I was, wasnow dead. Like Robin my sister, had been the boy and had suddenly died inmy arms. Abigail held me as best as she could, but my pain broke her. Asmuch as she wanted to hold me and comfort me, it had been too soon sinceher own change to be able to handle the emotional roller coaster we werenow sharing. I didn't hear the pounding on the door, but it was an escapethat Abigail took. Jacob was born 18 months later and life was looking so wonderful. This was a loving family built on a good foundation and they believed they could stand any test that was given them. Their faith in God and family would be tested soon and this would send them down a path neither thought they would ever have to travel. Sara found out once again that she was pregnant. Although this baby was not planned and the money would be a bit tight, she and Kyle agreed that it was a gift from God and they. Then I flooded her with my cum. She smiled for me and held her position as I took more pictures of Sister Agnes.In my book Sister Agnes was already “Miss Sister 2008.”I helped her down off the altar, grabbed her bra, and then I had to help her stand for a couple of minutes. With her legs stretched out for so long she had lost circulation in them and they had fallen asleep. I managed to get her back downstairs without being seen, to where her clothes were. She washed up with some holy water and.