There had always beengay guys. Probably back to the revolutionary war. There was one gay, aPrivate Farmer, who said he wanted to be a woman. Glenn did...n't hate anyof them. War was tough. He didn't care where a man got his comfort atnight.Now, he suspected his kid was one of them. There was a softness to me. Agentleness. I reminded Dad of my mother. If I was going to be gay, thatwas all right.When I was 12, Dad started leaving dresses hanging in his closet. Heleft panties and bras on the mound of. And the strange pleasure/pain that ran through me as that black cock of his mangled, and warped out my pussy was like being a star going super nova. A star in the African constellation called the Southern Cross being bred like a rare young Pegasus filly for the very first time. I had so damn much cock in me that I was half certain that I was sucking on that cock as it fucked me blind in my pussy at the same time. Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but that cock didn’t feel like any. But This day I don’t know the feeling started to change.After some time I think my sister got sleep than I just put my hand on her waist.She was sleeping half tilted and her face was in other direction . After some time I took my hand on her and pressed her in such a way that she can sleep normal on her back. She was still sleeping.Than slowly I took my hand and put in beteen her leg , she was wearing nightie which was very thin cloth. i can feel the skin of her leg from above the nightie. The top was pushed down to expose her pert breasts, and the skirt was pushed up to her waist, exposing her damp pussy. Excellent."Doggie style, bitch," I commanded. Suzi quickly obeyed, rising to her hands and knees, her pert ass sticking up into the air. Here eyes were closed in expectation, anticipating the warm cock that her excited pussy needed so badly. Suzi's training was coming along well, and she was rapidly developing the proper attitude toward sex. That is to say, she was learning.