‘God, I wish there was more I could do to help my brother,’ Peter thought to himself. Ben drove home as quickly as possible to get his things rea...y for the trip to Miami. After he packed a couple changes of clothing, socks, briefs and some shorts in case it was hot, he headed to bed. He tossed and turned the entire night as nightmares of what he might see when he got to the morgue filled his sleep. His rest wasn’t peaceful at all and when the alarm awakened him he was still very tired. Ben. I boarded the plane, stowed my carry-on, put on my Raybans, Dodgerbaseball cap and headphones and zoned out. I thought about the fivefucks I had collected. I was in the mood for another, but I had tochoose carefully. For every Seth or Salvatore, who accepted mytranssexuality, there were others, like Miguel, whose transsexualcompulsions were mixed with revulsion, or Jose, whose homophobiaintensified against trannies.I dozed off to mental slideshow of images of fantasy fucks. I joltedawake. I picked up her clothes and tossed under my bed. And as I was walking toward my door and I tried to put on my clothes. Talk about multi-tasking. Finally I got to the door with my shirt and pants on, but my shirt was still unbuttoned. I opened the door and my mom was standing right there.“Mom, you’re back from the store.” I said nervously.“I didn’t see Amanda and I thought she was with you.” Mom said.“Ah, she did come in to say Hi, but then she said she needed to use the bathroom.” I. It will bring the good heterosexual slut in you to the surface, and help wash away the old bitchy Laura who teased men but didn't fuck them. Won't you love that?"Laura moaned again. No, she didn't love that. She bucked her hips again. Why wouldn't Roy make her cum? Maybe if she bucked a little harder....Roy pulled out of her again, and again waited for her to calm down before resuming the fucking."Now, we wouldn't do this without your consent, of course. If you want this, you have to ask.