He spent more time in Lincoln Park, watching the children playand feeding the pigeons; or walking along the shores of Lake Michiganthinking about what... had been, and what he wished had been.For Clem had never given up his dream, his fondest wish, which was to befemale; he was now resigned to the fact that it was not to be; but still,part of him refused to give up hope. And even though an old man now staredback at him from the mirror, in his dreams at night, he was a very young,very feminine,. She lifted the filmy nightgown from her mother's arms, and couldn't resist planting a wet kiss upon the nipple nearest her. Holding her mom by the hand, she lay back, waiting for Judd's next instructions.He said, "I'm going to fuck both of you--put it to Teresa first, and screw her for a while, then pull out my prick and stick it into Sunny's little cunt. Mother and daughter alike--both of you riding my cock. I don't know which one of you I'll come in, because I'll be moving back and forth,. Terence half-drowsed again. ‘Mm, what a pretty ass. It looks good in white soapsuds, good in red stripes too.’ Joanna whispered the words in a sing-song, musing tone. ‘Must make sure it’s clean.’ Terence felt a finger slide down the base his spine, between his ass cheeks. It flicked across the puckers of his asshole, and he clamped his cheeks together. ‘Mphh. No!’ ‘Oh Terence. Be easy, I am doing nothing bad.’ Her tone was calm and soothing. Terence forced himself to relax, trying not to. I was on my knees. Tony was leaning against the table, smiling down at me. He stroked my face. I remembered how good I'd felt when he had done that. I watched as he looked up and grinned directly at the camera. It was like getting punched in the gut.I remembered all the things I'd done for him that time: After it was over, I knew, I would touch his cum cooling on my thigh. I would touch my finger to my lips, knowing it would please him to see me do that. Why had he done this to me?I looked.