She told me that Sam was the reason for the divorce. I then ask why. I sat down on the edge of the tub and then she told me Sam is now Samantha. Wh...at are you talking about, I ask. Sam is a transvestite, in other words, she is a she-male. Do you know what that is, I nodded my head yes. The doctor told us about it a week or so after you all were born. Now you know why Sam stayed with me instead of going with you and your Dad. He wanted Sam to have an operation to fix her. I had heard. That didn't seem like her. Moira wouldn't want something so impersonal.Kate had been getting fucked, I realized. I'd never understood the word like that before. Kate was getting fucked, but Moira would want to be loved. I wanted to be loved.My imagination raged, picturing the two of them – Gary and Moira – together. I could almost feel it. Tongues and caresses and – what would fucking feel like? No, what would loving feel like?With a panic, I realized I was playing with myself and moaning. And. Her knees folded strongly around mine.My last ever out-of-town project was done, and a major success. I'd been made a full partner. My new office was becoming a home, and my home was becoming a paradise. I was a full time husband and father again. My professional life, and my life at home, moved from success to success. I had never felt so warm and content, so fulfilled in marriage and life.She wiggled in my arms, found a more comfortable position. She took a series of deep breaths, ending in a. She continued to make the low throaty sounds of a woman experiencing intense ecstasy, which Peggy was. Her cunt was burning, throbbing, her clit distended and sensitive.Being fucked in her mouth by her son this way thrilled her the way she had been with her husband, the way it had when they had been with others. Yet, somehow, this was better. Peggy found it more erotic, so deliciously erotic.Digging her fingers into his tight, sweet ass, Peggy mewled with ecstasy as her son fucked back and.