As he read,his hand tightened on the handle until his hand slipped andsmashed the mug on the floor."Shit! You've got to be shitting me." Steven said a... helooked over at his son. "What kind of sick joke are youpulling here? Talk about a lack of gratitude for all we'vedone for you." It's no joke." Phil tried to sound strong while holdingback the tears. "I knew I was meant to be a girl since Iwas six. Mom here has always had trouble accepting it, evenwith my playing house, having tea parties and. Wished? No, March and Alison had always helped each other withtheir hair, it was a sort of quiet ritual with them, one of the thousandsimple joys that made life so sweet.She climbed into bed and looked across the room at Alison. She quietlybade Alison good night, and Alison said, "I love you, Marcy." And Marcywondered why tears came to her eyes when she said that. Marcy burrowedinto the pillow, drawing the comforter around her, basking in theknowledge that she was home, and safe, and warm, and. "It's too much, isn't it? Too slutty? I look like some old cow dressing up like a kid. I can change if you want me to."He crossed the floor in less than a heartbeat and before she knew it she was pressed up against his chest and his lips were hungrily devouring hers. She melted against him and lifted one leg to wrap it around his thigh. Eyes closed she sighed when he finally broke their kiss."Oh God, that was good!" she groaned and then looked up at him. She was a tall woman but even with her. Quickly she compared this enormously large cock to that of her husband realizing that this would make at least 3 of his size. More and more of the long length slipped up into her until he was completely embedded up to his huge black seed filled balls. Man, dis white bitch is sho tight and so fuckin hot, gonna likes fuckin dis white ho, the young black man hissed as he began thrusting his powerful black hips forward and backward fucking my wife with long hard strokes. Tears of degradation were.