From the moment we are born, the world beginsto treat us differently based on the outward signs of our physicalgender. Little boys are dressed in blu..., little girls in pink. Ourrooms are painted in colors that denote our gender. The toys that weare presented with are dictated by our gender. You are a boy, or you are a girl. These messages are constant. For most people the minds image and the body's image are in synch. Forsome though, they are not, and the painful realization begins early. "EVERY ONE OF YOU MOTHER FUCKERS PUT YOUR HEAD ON THE TABLE RIGHT NOW OR ILL FUCKING USE THIS GODDAM PIECE!!!" Larry scared the fuck out of me as I placed my face down on moms good table linen."WHO IN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, COMING INTO MY MOTHERS HOU" my sister tried to say as larry shoved his left hand onto the back of my sisters skull as his right had gagged her mouth and bound her hands to the dinner chair. Before I new it we were all bound and gagged.Larry is fucking good! Way. She oddly enough pulled into there carport while I was having a cigarette and she had a pile grocery bags. I simply offered to help her and I grabbed a bunch of bags and we headed in. I started sharing that I had just moved in and she was very pleasant and thankful for my help. The look on her husband's face when I walked in was priceless ! She was quick to say that I was a new neighbor and offered to help since he wasn't. She offered me a beer and I excepted. We all sat on there porch and. It was just a light slap, honest! I was not prepared for her response. It was as if every muscle in her body, including those gripping my prick for dear life, contracted at their greatest strength. Her legs shot rigid out behind the chair. Her back arched even more, offering her glorious breasts to my mouth. This seizure/climax seemed to last forever, until she could finally gasp out a plea."God! Shit! Fuck! Oh, God! Please, Larry. Stop for a minute. Uuuhhh. We have, uuuhhh, to talk," she.