That animal turn her body into his own personal plaything? The kind of man that attracted her was smaller, handsomer, well... prettier, she thought. S...e'd never liked the rough tough jock type.How was it then that her body had responded to him as it had? She blushed as she remembered how she'd cum with his hand down her panties, rubbing her off like that. How humiliating! How could she!? She wobbled across the canvas floor to her bed and practically fell in.She was mortified! How could she. It was atime of joy yet fraught with fear. It was a major turning point in mylife and I proceed from there. I do want to thank all of you whocommented on my previous chapters and I hope this reaches at least oneindividual struggling with this curse of gender dysphoria and help themto see that the light at the end of the tunnel is not always theoncoming train.Many things have changed in my life since that first fateful weekendback in 1988. Most have been good but there have been some tough. .. as a person. He likes all of you as people, doesn’t he?”Although Gracey had been silent the whole time, she responded, saying, “Absolutely! He’s always been friendly and supportive of all of us. He’s also gone out of his way to help us. It’s understandable that he’s always helped Beth, but even when he didn’t know us all that well, he helped every girl of us that is not his biological daughter with very specific problems that each of us had, mostly family problems. He went out of his way,. “Not likely the younger one, Honey,” Vivian told me, speaking of Jo. “Big Jake usually takes his girls to a different place where he and his boys can really fuck their faces in peace.”“She’ll be alright, though,” I asked with some concern,“Oh Yes, Honey.” Jake is a gentleman… he’s just a little rough on a girl’s throat.”‘Jo’s used to that,’ I thought again.Nadine WAS the next to return. The guys in the car called out to her as she returned to where we were standing. ‘You come back tomorrow.