It actually literally breaks your heart." Really?" Yep. Google it if you like. So I have something called Cardiomyopathy.Basically I've the heart of a...70 year old." Oh. That's not good." Steve wasn't sure why he felt the need to statethe obvious."No it's not. So my dodgy heart was a bit of an operative risk and madethe surgeons very reluctant to perform what they called 'electiveprocedures.' It's all very well for them to say that. They're not theones who are unexpectedly female."Steve only. He'd be better at carrying it. At having it. At raising it..." Do you not want kids? Is that what you're saying?" No, I do. I guess I've just realized that I'm more suited to being adad..." Meaning?" Meaning I'd love our kids but it's not the same. A dad loves you,teaches you to drive, takes you to practices and stuff..."I laughed. "Now who's sexist? There are lots of dads who are theprimary caregiver." That's not what I meant. I meant that, like when I was little, momscame in and out. She moaned thankfully as she continued to stare at the night sky. I looked up from my feast and told her to look at me. “I want you to say completely still, try not to move, and don’t close your eyes - you are going to like this.” She smiled and nodded and dropped her head back to the bed and continued to look up into the night.I took my time devouring her, every touch had a one purpose. By the time I had completed what I wanted she was quivering, her pussy was gushing and tears ran down her. "AND JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU CAN DO TO HELP ME?" he shouted.She could only gurgle as his hand squeezed even tighter.A look she had never seen before suddenly washed over him. He looked into her eyes as a sardonic grin spread across his face."Why, of course, mother dear," he said suddenly calmly, icily, "there is something you can do for me. Susan won't put out and I'm horny as hell."Realization dawning on her, Kerri's eyes grew wide with disbelief."No, Kyle, no!" she struggled to.