And if I’d been there not one of ‘em would’ve stood a chance.”Rifle raised his head and looked at his cock. He took the base of it in his hand...and flopped it, splashing the water. Zan slipped off the steps he’d been sitting on and swam over to Rifle.“Need help?” he asked.Rifle let go of his cock and put both hands behind his head. Zan took that as an invitation and took Rifle’s semi-erect cock in his hand. He looked at Rifle’s face and saw his eyes were closed. He bent his head over and took. " Shestood fully dressed, holding some clothes. He got up and went tothe bathroom. When he looked at himself in the mirror he couldn'tbelieve it was him. He returned to the bedroom and Roberta washolding out a bra for him to put on."Is this really necessary? Why can't I wear my other clothes?" Yes, it is necessary. You are now Angela and Angela dresses as anygirl her age does. Now, no more backtalk!!"She fastened the bra and saw it was very tight on him. She told himthey would get some better. Then we moved ,there we heard some voices,we tried to listen to the voice as we getting near we could hear them clearly.My dad spoke to her” you are my angel..”.She ” I like you very much,even you are aged you are sexy and perfect for me..”.Then she “do you like me …”.Then my dad replied ”I love u so much that I am offer sex to you every day here from 3 years…”.Then my friend said “we are missing from 3 years .,its too bad “.We moved forward that we could have clear look at them .Then my dad. If this is one's reward for honesty, I thought, thenthe truth is priceless.7 months into our relationship Louise re-christened me as we lay togetherbeneath our cream duvet in post-coital bliss. I was now Sara LouiseFreeman. She laughed as she explained that the Freeman denoted my escapefrom masculinity. I had chosen Sara as it was one of my favourite girls'names. She had put in the Louise so that I would always remember that Iwas hers. And even though I wasn't anymore I kept it to remind me of.