Did that make any sense? No. As far as I could tell, she wasn´t mine any more anyway. Still it would have killed me to see her dead. No, she was quit... well, relaxed and at ease with her new situation. “Omar” put his pistol to the teller´s head and walked behind him, while my wife clung to his side like a love-sick teenager. It was disgusting and hurtful to watch.“Omar” spoke some Arabic stuff that I didn´t catch and the poor, frightened teller knelt down right in front of me. Another short. Lick the letters of the alphabet in my pussy! Lick me an A. Now lick a B into my pussy. Curve your tongue around and draw a C around my clit with your tongue. Suck me, Suck me. Suck my clit. Use your lips and circle me an O.I took a rubber spatula and spanked him on his ass with it. I popped his ass repeatedly making him flinch with each blow. It turned me on watching his ass jumping and quivering around while he sucked harder and harder on my pussy. Make me cum, suck me til I cum, you selfish. "My sentiments exactly," he grinned at the idea of his sweet Bridget with this girl, suspecting that his daughter by Haley was more than a little dominant."And to think that my Kirsten brought all of this on, too," Karl remarked with pride."You're right, honey. Kirsten deserves a serious reward for that, wouldn't you say?" Haley said as she played footsie with the young lady in question."I've had some rewards already, but more would be nice. I have plans for you, in fact, Aunt Haley. Some of. Getting home, I was wondering if my parents were really wanting meto become a girl. Both were orphans who'd been in foster homes where theywere taught to despise what I wanted to do.I had to admit that I wanted to be a girl, like Momma, not just acheerleader. I now realised that I could have gone to Principal Weeks andgotten the Cheer Squad to go co-ed as the other sports teams were. We hadAnya Quartermaine as the kicker for the football team, she was a tall,lithe girl whose dad looked like.