Of course Troy was looking like I had lost my mind.Ben and Eric - on the other hand - enjoyed the show, especially when the questions and answers requ...red the normal Arab hand expressions to emphasize a point.I knew right away why General Whitley wrote such powerful comments on her appraisal forms and why she was at the top of her law school classes with Joey.With her analytical skills she was a perfect fit for the oversight committee and could easily verify that all parties were working to the. "I'm serious. You have to swear you'll never breathe a word of this to anyone. Ever." Alright, I swear."I took a deep breath. "I've been having sex with my mom . . ." I watched his reaction carefully."Yeah sure, very funny," he said, shaking his head. He seemed slightly annoyed."Dude, I'm serious." No you're not."I sat down at his computer. I pulled the thumbdrive out of my pocket and plugged it in. I clicked on the file and my mom immediately filled the monitor."I can't believe I'm letting you. My mouth would be all over you, sucking every bit that protrudes, tongue probing every depth. Oh, how I’m so wanting you honey.I will eat you out like a woman, knees pulled back, legs spread wide, a pillow under your bum to elevate and salivate over your hot, juicy cunt. You push your cock down so I can suck on the tight and turgid head. You plead for my cock in you but I say not yet babe.I will kiss you all up and down your body, from your eyelids to your soles, the back of your ears to your. For Clem had never given up his dream, his fondest wish, which was to befemale; he was now resigned to the fact that it was not to be; but still,part of him refused to give up hope. And even though an old man now staredback at him from the mirror, in his dreams at night, he was a very young,very feminine, very beautiful girl.December 24, 1969The same nursing home, a few minutes before MidnightClem Wilson, in his drug induced sleep, was dreaming of his childhood, andhis beloved mother; only in.