I wantto be entered; I want to be the landlord, not the tenant.I want to have breasts and a vagina and the lips and long prettyconditioned hair. I'm ...not going to be a dyky girl, not even given myorigins. I'm going to be pretty, you little fucks, you hear that? Oneday, I will be pretty. But, I'm too tall to sex change. I'll look likesome guy playing dress up. They'll see that masculine curve to my nose,I hate it I hate it I hate it! Damn them, they'll hear my voice so lowit sounds like it. Following her death when his father was a boy, he had never remarried. When his own parents were killed in an auto accident years earlier, his grandfather had taken over as his father and raised him. In fact, he called him Dad, not Grandfather.Thinking about his personal situation, Doug could only shake his head, whether from disgust or frustration he wasn’t sure. Probably both! he thought. Mentally, he reviewed the hundreds of girls he had dated, and the roughly two dozen he had brought home. I could see the lust in her eyes as I gave her a series of long slow strokes that caused her to leak her juices like a schoolgirl having an accident in front of the class.I shoved my thick thumb up her sphincter without warning knowing it would excite most of the females watching intently in the audience in front of us.She inadvertently pressed her pussy down on my other hand allowing me to rub her clitoris even harder. I slid my fingers inside her soaking wet vagina waiting for the spanking. We live in one like that which we just passed by. Dad built this one story brick ranch type home for mom as she sort of hinted that she wanted a one story brick home. He looked to find land that he owned that had some trees around it and he picked this place for that and other reasons.”“Was that pond behind the house always here?”“No, Dad approached the crew that was improving the overpass down the road and volunteered that if they need dirt they could take it from there. They took enough dirt.