“Hold on a second. I need to talk to my girl.” She takes the seat next to Zaria. “What the fuck? Why are you sitting here with all these guys ju...t looking to rock your world?” When Zaria doesn’t answers, she just continues. “I’ve already given two blowjobs tonight.” She pauses to look over her shoulder to her lover-to-be, smiles and wiggles her fingers in a wave at him.“Yes, I saw that,” Zaria finally says.“And?” Yesenia asks, raising her eyebrows up at the girl. “Come on! The party is winding. Then he was back over me, grabbing my ankles and spreading them wide. Two muscled thighs pressed between mine. I gasped at his strength, struggling helplessly against him.He lifted me onto his lap and ran his hands up and down my inner thighs. I felt his throbbing cock pressing against my asshole…I strained against the gag, as a warm liquid ran between my legs. His hands pressed my shoulders into the sheets and he then grabbed my tits. He squeezed them harder, making me cry out.I felt his warm. Actually it is more about Mummy's feminisation of him that Iwrite and it will perhaps explain in some small way my own reasons forfeminising my own little boy. Both my brother and my little boy were bothcalled Denis at birth but as I myself done some years later, our brothersoon became "Denise" as did my own boy. It was Mummy rather than Daddy whobrought us up for the most part but more of that later.Let me tell you about my own experience with my brother Denis or "Denise"as we (Mummy and my. How am I supposed to want to hear you tell me answers like that. I already have a good idea of what they'll be." Friends is just a word. You can't describe a whole relationship with one word, Em. It's easier to say we're friends. Shirley and I are just friends now too. I wanted to talk to you about the phone call from Shirley because just her calling affects us. The rest of it, I have no reason for believing it's going to happen. If it did though, I'd come talk to you again before I made any.