“There you are, you ready to go?” Jim asked Randy as we entered the kitchen. “Yeah, where are we going?” Randy asked back. “That's a surpris..., you'll see when we get there,” Jim responded. “He wouldn't tell me either,” Chris said as he came over and kissed me on the cheek. “I hope you guys aren't going to do something stupid, like skydiving,” mom said. “Oh no, we’re looking to do something fun, not get ourselves killed,” dad said. “Good, because I'd hate to see my little Randy-poo get hurt,”. "She pondered, and advanced another point. "A particular dye that came from the Mediterranean, that gave a purple colour, turned out to be made from certain shellfish. It was extremely rare, because you had to know which shellfish produced that dye. It was a closely guarded trade secret. It was known as Tyrelian Purple, because the dye producers were based in Tyre."Penny added, to show she had picked up things just as well, "I learned in my history class that the top Romans wore robes dyed. I felt like a porn start as I pounded her cunt good and hard. Dad cheered me on as I watched mom's tits bounce to my rythim. I got past the point of no return and buried my cock as deep as I could inside mom's cunt and released a huge load of hot spunk inside her. Dad cheered me some more and told me good job as I pulled my limp cock from mom's well fucked pussy. Mom was happy also. Later that night, dad and I took turns fucking mom both of us cumming inside her just minutes apart. This got. These are classic symptoms of depression or the blues.As I sat there waiting for the kettle to boil, Sarah came into thekitchen."John, you know that when you dress as a girl, you need to have a newname. We can't go round calling you John. I think it would beempowering for you, on becoming a girl, to choose your own name."A normal guy, determined to hold on to his masculinity, who found himselfdressed like me might have noticed how Sarah had stated "When you dressas a girl" where such a guy.