Her face was near normal, but further grafts were scheduled. The scars from the surgery and grafting were slowly fading. She could move freely now, we...l enough to be the lead Tigger in the honeypot dance,Most of the backstage moms were familiar to me. We'd seen each other at T-ball, dance class, and Brownies often enough to nod at each other. They still didn't quite have the six-foot four-inch 250 pound linebacker in their midst figured out! I knew some of them by name, most by their. Jim showered and left quietly while Janet went back to sleep. “So, where shall we eat dinner?” Jim asked. “It’s your birthday. What do you feel like?” “I know we just had pizza but there is a place I’ve wanted to try downtown by the stadium. Marco’s Coal Fired Pizza. They are supposed to have the best pizza in Denver”. “Anywhere you want to go it’s your birthday”. “Let me get ready and I’ll meet you in the lobby in an hour”. “Okay” Jim replied wondering what he was going to do for an hour.. I began to hear some shuffling under the covers; I slowly turned my head to see my brother’s hand bouncing up and down under the covers. At that point I guessed what he was doing I was shocked and blurted out “Joel are you wanking?” He froze and stopped.With a worried tone he replied “I thought you were asleep, sorry” Still shocked though I found it slightly funny I said “I can’t believe you were having a wank in my bed with me next to you” Joel replied “sorry s*s, I haven’t had chance since. .."Another lick. "...fat..." A hand went to Timmy's posterior to rub it,and give it a squeeze. "...fuck-butt."Timmy managed to finish his burger, swallowing down the last of it asIris spoke into his ear. "Iris, please..." The effeminate boywhimpered. "...I'm a ssse...secretary...!" You're gonna looooove feeling a man's dick in you, slut," Irisrelentlessly cooed into his ear. "Pushing in...pulling out... innnn...oooout...innnn...oooout..."Timmy began to pant heavily, closing his eyes. His body.