The next day he logged on to check his inbox and found an unsolicited response from an extreme sub- DogSlave. Posted at 7:30 am on a Friday morning i... was short and to the point: ?Hello Sir (:?After five replies and missed connections, he sent her his Yahoo Messenger address and at 4:00 in the afternoon on Saturday, August 27th she signed in:dogslave: Hello Sirjaymac: And hello to you Sarah... what are you doing?dogslave: Chatting with Youjaymac: Silly bitch... smack your ass and tell me where. Nieces and Nephews were one thing, his own offspring was quite another. The closest he came to "tying the knot" was when he proposed to Captain Mary Lynch after one too many in the O-club in Quantico, VA. He had recently returned from a particularly nasty tour of duty in Afghanistan and was filled with a sense of wanting to leave a Jack Junior around to carry on the line of Bostonian Maloney males.He was suitably relieved and forever grateful to young Captain Lynch for laughing off his moment. The sweet, delicious taste filled my senses, in an instant I was in love with this man’s cock. I licked around the head and tip passionately before wrapping my out streched lips around him once more. Jerking and sucking, I heard him breathing hard now and his cock felt wonderfully and impossibly hard. Then he let out an, “Awwww” sound and I felt a rush of semen flood into my mouth. The flavor at once familiar to my own and different. Warm, wondeful and sensual. I didn’t stop sucking him. I let. Anatomical anomalies notwithstanding, therefore, the male brain seemed the only ineradicable fossil of my past. Why should I regret its persistence? I wondered. Yet regret it I did. As a man I’d never had transgender inclinations, never wanted to be a woman (except in fantasies), so my mental and emotional makeup must have been fundamentally changed.“Don’t worry, Clarissa,” said Mandy. “Your brain’s slowly adapting and the rest of you will follow. Brain scans on previous years’ specimens showed.