The few times I glanced in his direction, I could see his headwas down. For perhaps the first class period in the semester, he didn'traise his hand, ...and I didn't call on him. That's the way the week went: I continued dressing informally, and even abit dowdy by my earlier standards. On my way home from school Mondaynight, in a flight of rebellion against the healthy life style I had beenliving since my transition, I bought a half gallon of butter pecan icecream, my favorite, and topped it off. So I went upstairs and got changed I'm back he shouts ! I make my way down stairs and opened the door he was sat there in his boxers and six lines of coke on my glass table on did I say Danny's black and now I find out fucking hung too! Omg I love your long legs now bend over and sniff two lines ! Wow his bulge was getting big come over here i took out his fucking massive cock it was down to his knees xx i took him into my mouth i sucked and licked him then one of his balls went into my mouth. So I closed up all of my dealings here at home and said goodbye to my parents. I have to say here that I was a little worried about my father at this point. Although they were both in their early forties he was no longer the robust father figure I remembered. Mom simply told me that he was fine and not to worry about him. She said it was a great idea that I should move to the coast as they were thinking of taking early retirement to move there also. I put it all down to nerves and got. Drug deals, trysts, swaps, espionage, are all transparent to him. He’s drawn to the scene, moves in and the jig is up. He’s impossible to detect. I can’t say for sure that he can become invisible or that he’s been trained as an expert in concealment. Maybe it’s just a highly developed genetic ability to blend. It’s possible that he has some sort of chameleon nature because people don’t seem to notice he’s there, a silent witness to all those bloopers. He may be that person you see sitting at.