Janet had been tormenting herself every second ofevery day with the thought that she could have done more to preventEllie's assault, that a simple wor...d or action could've set Ethan on adifferent, more tolerant path- and could even have kept her children inher life after she began her transition.Including Ellie, Janet had raised three children, and she couldn't helpbut feel that she'd let all three of them down. However, Janet couldease her guilt with the knowledge that Ellie had two other. I put my bowl in the sink. I give everyone a kiss and a hug, "See you all later."I hurry out to meet Peter by the door."Why are you in such a rush?" Because, I just have to get out of this house. Come on, let's go to Starbucks."Starbucks is a coffee place in town, they have really good coffee, almost as good as the coffee in France."Fine, but we have to hurry up, we don't want to be late."We head outside with our bags, and walk to the Starbucks.I get a mocha brownie Frappachino. Peter gets a. I had forgotten what an inadequate prick hehas, barely seven inches. And he could only come forme three times, four if you count the farewell ridethe next morning. After what I had gotten used tohere, I knew it would be unfair to both of us to goon. He begged and cried, but I told him it was betterthis way. Otherwise he would end up like those men onthe Dark Wanderer site, constantly watching his hornywife get fucked and bearing children of better endowedmen.”“‘After what. ’ I did as I was told.As I did as she ordered she got more and more aroused until she came. ‘Stay all the way in.’ she ordered. We stayed like that for a few moments before she got up, moved to the bed and sat down on it with her legs open and lay back. ‘Come here and lick me out.’ I when over on my knees, bent my head down and started licking her open pussy. It was big and wet. She grabbed my head, pushed my face into her pussy and told me to go in as deep as I could with my tongue. I felt her.