You see, he wasn't looking for Miss Samantha Nevada. He was looking for Mister Samuel Nevada."Sam froze. Samuel Nevada, the name she used to go by. He... male name. A name that brought up memories of years of abuse. A name that she was forced to go by yet was never really her. It was a name she had rid herself of years previously when she realized that she was really a woman inside. And, although she never voiced it, it was a name she privately hoped never to have to hear again.Janine waited. Karen looked at the squirming body of her son as Ethan applied his 'magic' and she thought about Jamie's Father ... if only he could see what he 'fathered'.Ethan's hands re-started their downward trek, deliberately grazing Ethan's hardness with his wrists. He felt the hot, rubbery pulses of Jamie's hard, engorged penis as his hands slipped further downward and neared Jamie's bloated balls. Jamie again shifted his hips in a attempt get Ethan's hands onto his enflamed sex. This time, Ethan didn't. ’ Ten seconds later she was out the door. I sat on the bed feeling her in my hands and visualizing her standing there for over an hour. The phone rang. On the third ring I answered. It was Frank Williams from my office. ‘You available for dinner?’ He asked. ‘Sure. Downstairs?’ ‘Meet us in the lobby in half an hour, we’ll go out on the town.’ He hung up. I showered, put on clean clothes and was five minutes early. I had accepted as a way of stopping the thoughts I was having about Kim and my. I waited ten minutes before I got the courage to confront all three of you. At the bottom of the staircase I listened to the giggles coming from the open door of your bedroom. It seemed from the talk you had been fucking David for awhile. He had been your secret lover the past month, it was his cum I was plowing, his cum I slurped up.I listened as the two boys admired your body as you stripped and danced around the room. With the door open I watched as your figure would briefly pass it. My.