’ Stephanie hopped in front with me, while Hannah and Michelle climbed onto the rear facing seat. I drove out onto the road among the mopeds and go...f carts competing with the little red taxis for space on the narrow road. We drove for a while, stopping here and there to take pictures. I spotted a Modelorama, which had a drive-in area. They place was lined with coolers and we hopped out to get drinks and snacks. I grabbed a Leon beer for me, and paid out a ridiculously small amount for all the. I moaned and stopped grinding. I wanted him to explore me the way I’d always wanted him to. He inserted a cold finger into my pussy, pumping it slowly in and out, his other fingers still working on my clit. “Mmm,” I moaned again as he inserted another finger into my hole, crossing them over and increasing my pleasure. “Ohh!” I wailed as he stuck in a third. “Three a new amount for you, Sami?” he muttered against my nipples, the vibrations making them harden even more. “Keep going!” I moaned. No. That just was an absurd thought!Doris ran cold water from brass fixtures into the green marble sink. She splashed her face, trying to wash away the mounting terror. She was fine. Just a slip. She had let her mind wander. Let the crazy old man get into her head.She patted her face dry and looked into the mirror, intent on convincing herself she was fine.Big brown eyes stared back at her. Doris' eyes were blue. They had always been blue. She was a blue-eyed natural blonde, damn it!The big,. They call ahead and the one surgeon on duty that night is scrubbedand ready to operate. But when they wheel the boy into the emergency roomthe surgeon takes one look at the patient on the gurney and declares "Ican't operate on this boy! He's my son!"How can that be? Wasn't the boy's father killed in the accident? How canthe boy be the surgeon's son?Answer: the surgeon is the boy's mom, of course.That's my life, sort of. An old joke. A gender-bending riddle.Except it's worse than that.I mean, it.