. yep, the tits, the bigtits, I must be Sheila, but how?? What can I say for thehooker angel face?"Hi!" I said in a voice that is really not mine, so ...harp,very soft, almost a little girl voice.She is mad, "Fuck you Sheila, it's not time to play, areyou okay?"I have to think, I don't know who I am, in fact, I know whoI am, I'm a male, and my name is not Sheila, it's Kevin,but the angel face, the two friends on my chest and thesoft fine girly voice that leave from my mouth doesn'tconfirm that,. Josephine is really old fashioned, but I guess that’s why my parents chose it, because they are really old fashion too. We live in eastern France, a village so small you can’t even call it a village. Ten houses, 30 people and an average of 60 years old among them. Lost in corn fields as far as the eye can see, the only thing higher than the crops is the tower of the church where everybody goes every Sunday for two long hours. I don’t believe in God anymore, but I still pretend I do, because. .... She was Fiona, my mate Ross had been seeing her for years now and they made a great couple. Fiona was a pretty girl, 5ft 8, size 10, brown hair which seems to flow forever, deep brown eyes, long legs with a nice booty and always had some low cut top on showing of her ample breasts. Ross was like me, very slim but more athletic, he played a lot of tennis and was always going running etc. He was about 6ft, blonde wavy hair with blue eyes, typical male model material LOL.So that night Fiona. Racing down stairs so mom wouldn't suspect anything I went to the door and undid the latch. I was totally surprised when this heavily clothed person took off their coat and I saw that it was a lady like mom, a couple years younger than mom and just as pretty.I soon found out that her name was Tina and she loved kids although she didn't have any. Later I would hear mom and Tina talking about how Tina couldn't have children so her husband left her and how she turned to painting and the beach to.