The government gave my dad five hundred dollars to help with the cost of my funeral. I guess they do that for fathers with transsexual sons: I guess...they help with the cost of their symbolic burial if they opt to declare them dead. Anyhow, my dad, though fairly well off, was frugal. I was buried in a pine casket in a graveyard in a Negro region of Chicago. Dead street people would be buried in this poor man's graveyard. I mean corpses that are found in dumpsters. Of course, I wasn't in. You roughhoused with them, told stupid jokes, taught them skills, and demonstrated honor, courage and ethics as they were going to soak up everything you showed them. Hopefully only the good stuff.Girls, however, are complete a mystery to me. What was I going to do with a girl, play dress up and have her serve me fake tea out of plastic cups as I pretended to enjoy it?I kept my concerns to myself as Susan asked me what I thought of different names for the baby and what we would do to modify our. .. but that I would have to wait for it ... that she wanted me desperate ... and lustful ... and insatiable ... in a frenzy!"With that, Eve lowered her sex once again and Sandy began licking and sucking frantically as Eve rutted against the helpless submissive's face. Sandy could tell from the wetness as well as the spasms that she felt on her tongue that Eve was struggling to hold back her release. Eventually, despite all of Eve's frantic motions, Sandy was able to lock her lips around her. .. I was just in a crappy mood, and took it out on your father. We ... we yelled and screamed at each other for nearly a hour. Finally, he stormed out. But by then, he was running late, and -- and he drove faster then he should have ... the police told me later that, if he hadn't been going s-so fast when the tire blew, he wouldn't have gone spinning off the embankment, the way he d-did." She gave a sob of utter misery, tears streaming down her face.I came over, sat next to her and gave her a.