“That’s it sweetheart give that hole to your Daddy, come on harder little bitch take it all everytime, you’re a slut and always were, I should�...�ve done you before, you’d of loved it too wouldn’t you?”She was groaning as i told her what she was, nodding when I called her my slut.“Yes Daddy i’m your little slut, I’ll be a good fuck for you, I promise I will, oh fuck my asshole, please Daddy fill your little sluts ass.”Hearing her say she was a slut was just what I wanted from her, i grabbed her. How would things be over here?" Pete put on a thoughtful look. He said, "I'll tell you what. I've been meaning to do a little fixing up around here lately. Why don't I do a bit of sprucing up and in a week or two I'll have you over and show you what I come up with. Is that fair?" Lana smiled and nodded. "Alright, then. I'm going to make a few calls and get things started. Sunday is coming up. I'll have more of an idea then. How does that sound?" "That sounds good. Thanks, Pete," Lana said as. Steven slurped obediently on my fingers while we talked. I foundout that his female name was Stephanie and that he'd been crossdressingfor several years but had only been with a few guys. I told him thatwould change and he started crying again. "I know," he sobbed. "I'msorry."I made him get up and show me all of his girly clothes. It was mostlypanties and lingerie but he had a dress, a wig and some heels. I thenchecked out his stash of porn DVDs and looked up his history on hiscomputer. He had. “Well, as you know, I always thought Robert Heinlein had it right when he said that love was that state of being where your happiness depends on the happiness of the person you love.”She smiled, “Yes, that’s what you’ve always said. Do you believe it?”I shrugged. “It’s as good a definition as any. It works, and it’s easy to understand, not like all the psychological and philosophical gobbledegook that you hear. Why?”“Do you love me, by that definition?”It would have been easy to just say, Of.