I stopped myaffections long enough to help her get my top off, as I was afraid thematerial would tear if she kept pulling at it like she was.As I was ...iscovering, Liz was now stronger than me, and she was able topull me into positions she liked, the opposite having been true when Iwas a man. She pushed me onto my back as she experimentally touched mychest. A chill ran down my spine as her fingers found my soft nipples,and I visibly shivered when she squeezed by breasts in her hands.Our lips. By Thursday I was gone, but the idea of having a kid haunted me.A couple of years later, I got married back in Texas and after a couple of years of trying, I found out that my wife couldn’t have kids. She didn’t know and it broke our hearts. For the next few years all I could think of when I looked at my wife was that I had a kid that would make her so happy.I had to get my kid back.TodayPaul O’DellI hadn’t seen Mick since I moved out the day of the divorce, almost a month ago. Deb had put up. Her hair was still damp as she walked stiffly behind Allen to the McCusker's house. She had covered the bruises on her face and neck with makeup, but couldn't hide them from her mind."Hello, handsome."Sybil met them at the door. She wore a see-through house- dress revealing her smooth, tanned flesh, her dark patch of triangular pubic hair, her long, squash-shaped breasts with their proud, protruding nipples. Bob skulked in the living room, not at all happy with the visitors."Gwen, you look. I wish you could fuck me like a real girl”“You do, huh?” I had a sudden idea. “Get off of me and lie on your back.”She rolled over and when she was off of me I got off the bed, walked to the nightstand to get my lube and crawled on the bed next to her.“Now tuck yourself. Put your clittie down between your legs and bring your legs together to hold it there. Not too tight, just tight enough to hold your clittie in place. Make a nice pussy for me.”She smiled broadly as it looked like she caught on.