The artist had depicted Mary lying back in what looked like a seat of clouds, wearing her blue cape, her white gown, and of course, her white veil. As... she lay there, her legs lifted by one hand towards the side, exposing her underwear, the Virgin Mary smiled affably, as if blessing whoever saw the image. Marcella combed her beautiful, golden-red hair and nervously put it behind her ear. Her heart beating quickly with outrage, she eyed the picture before her, not knowing what to think of it. She. Vic had never felt so horny as held Mark's slender, effeminate body and felt the youth's kisses on his neck and chest and the small hands gripping his bottom. It was years since he had fucked someone who seemed to enjoy it. His principle experience of sex had usually been rape. He felt the sissy's soft and slender legs clasp his waist and Mark's arm's hook behind his knees spreading his thighs wide. Vic slammed his groin against Mark's soft, plump buttocks and thrust deep and hard into the. It all comes from an overactive imagination.Friday was relatively uneventful, well except for the normal things; at least what had become normal in her new life. And despite her misgivings of the previous morning, she again awoke Jon sucking on his cock. It was worth the guilt she felt.No requests were made for photos when she dropped Jon off at school though she thought the boys might need a few napkins to wipe off the drool off their faces.Work was the tamest day she had in a while. George. Bluehair, though, wasn't something normal people had. Given that it wasjust the roots, he couldn't pretend that he'd dyed it that coloreither."Maybe I could shave it all off?" Ian considered before quicklydismissing that idea. If he did that, he was just asking to getpummeled. "I could trim it real short?" That idea actually had somemerit, but it wouldn't last long with how fast his hair was growing.People would almost certainly notice him going from half an inch ofhair to two inches of.