Back to you, Rick.”Gary was shocked just as well as his mother shut off the TV. She went and had a seat as the phone started to ring.She reached to ...the table next to her to pick up the receiver. She listened in as Gary stayed quiet.“Hello?” she asked. “Yes, this is her ... yes I saw everything that happened on TV. Did he kill himself?...” there would be pauses as she listened and replied to the person on the other end.Gary went and had a seat by the couch next to her.“I see ... you can tell his. Just don’t leave me.”I felt George’s arms surround me as he comforted me in my passion-crazed melancholia. The worry, the sex, the passion, all conspired to drain me of energy. I fell asleep in his arms.The DenouementI was still recovering from being royally screwed. I thought I could lie here for another week. Or until the next time I was to be royally screwed – whichever came first.Georgie must have left the couch while I was less than cognizant of my surroundings. When I became aware. " I think you want to be a girly. But I can't let you get stuff all overmy sister's raincoat" Give me back my clothes please. I promise no more practical jokes." I don't believe you. What's more I like you like that and I have it allon film." No! You're wrong, I don't like it. What do you mean on film?" I have been filming you on my 'phone and I can send it to anyone I'dlike to unless you obey me." What do you mean obey?" Look at you. The girly clothes have made you as hard as anything.. It felt awesome. Soon I was sliding it around inside and loving every second of it. I knew I had to have that hair brush handle in me. So I lubed that up and tried to push it inside. I was a little over eager because it did hurt. Not a lot but enough to slow me down. I pulled it out used more lube and tried it again. This time slower and more gentle was the key. Once I got it in fully I waited a minute and then began to pull it almost out then pushing it back in again. It didn't take me long.