I was afraid to get married, and afraid to have kids for fearthat I would do what my mother had done to me and ruin my own children'slives. It was bet...er that I remain alone so that the cycle of abuse couldbe broken, or at least that's what I told myself.For the first time in years I found myself thinking about my genderidentity. Well that's not really accurate, I thought about it all the time,but this was the first time in a long time that I had really put any deepcontemplation into it. Over. The next morning as I’d polished off breakfast, she came back driving a Mercedes 300D instead of the Toyota she drove yesterday. I’d shaved, used my deodorant and splashed on a little English Leather Musk. She popped out of the car in a smaller swimsuit and started grabbing grocery sacks. It took only a few minutes to store two days worth of vittles and start the beer cooling in the ice chest. I turned around to notice she’d stripped off her suit and stood the bald as a ten year old.“Does this. I then put my lips round his cock, letting my mouth slide right down onto it, taking it as far as I could into my mouth, using my hand to wank him as I sucked him, my other hand on his balls. His cock was growing as I sucked him, his moans turned me on even more, my tight pussy begging for him to pound it. He pulled me up, ‘Fuck me, hard’ I begged, he quickly kissed my lips before he pulled my little thong off and bent me over, we both moaned as he rammed his cock deep inside me, spreading my. She sat there, not wanting to be doing these reports but also not eager to go home either to a snoring husband in front of the TV, and as if she wished for it, her cell chimed that an email arrived. She checked it and saw it was from Jay, a 'friend' she had met online who she sometime played with outside of home. His message read, "Look out your window, I'm downstairs," and sure enough, there parked under the street light was Jay's SUV. "Be right down," Nat replied. As she hopped into Jay's SUV.