He stepped forward, down one of the remaining three steps, his cock bounced at eye level in front of Fran. She was speechless she couldn't say anythi...g. She couldn't look away from the massive piece of meat either. The man held it at the base and shook it lightly at her. The size of his monstrous manhood made it impossible for it to stand anywhere near straight out. With him holding it though, Fran could see the huge purple head very well, the slit across the head glistened with pre cum. . We don't fault mom and dad, not one iota.But now that things were out in the open, dad showed us reading material that opened our eyes to other people like ourselves.Unfortunately, they exploited themselves or others exploited them in publications and movies where they are known as she-males, but most she-males are just guys with titties and female hormones - they don't have vaginas, at all.Mom had met dad because of his special nature. Dad is the rarest of our kind: The male with the extra. As Kelly and I got up to leave the kitchen, I upped the ante on the girls once more in our role development. In my best 'Master Ron' voice I told them that from now on, on school mornings, I expected one of them to come and wake me. Whichever one did the waking would also give me a wake-up blowjob.It was up to her how she avoided detection from Mom and Dad, but I expected to be serviced every school morning before departure and we would still be on time for breakfast at the fast food. She went over and opened her underwear drawer to see if she could find something nice that he hadn’t seen before. As she rustled through the various bright-colored fabrics she spotted a pair in a back corner, and paused to look at them. She had bought them on impulse because she’d liked the design—a shiny red fabric swirled with black and trimmed with a little black lace—and had thought that Peter would like them too, of course. But she had misread the label, apparently, because when she’d.