I listened to the eulogy. I cried for the loss of a friend. The picture placed on an easel was that of a middle-aged man, in a conservative suit. The ...service was for one Leonard Andrew Samuel. It was a sad irony that it was not who they buried.To me, she was Laura. I met her sixteen months ago, over the internet. We frequented the same chat rooms, both standing on the threshold of gender transition. After a few months of correspondence, we met for lunch. It's funny how well you can get to know. But the possibility of pregnancy and her love for her husband held her back When Derek pushed the tip inside again, so slowly she felt every sensation as his ridges brushed against her nub of pleasure, she heard herself gasp and cry out, "OK, but remember to pull out before you cum!"Licking his thick lips, he lowered himself and took the tip of her breast in his mouth, sucking as he pushed his cock inside her even further. Pretty soon, he had 9 inches in, but that was all she could take.. His mother seldom talked to him and avoided touching him. And he wanted her so bad. He plotted and schemed and eventually he came up with a plan. He put it into action one evening when she came home from work.When she came home Michele could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen and she threw her jacket over the back of a chair and slumped exhausted on the couch. David sat down beside her and he saw her flinch. She pulled down the hem of her skirt covering her thighs.“Mom we can’t. I almost fell for it. I should've figured it out. It was too good to be true. I glare at Patty but she is looking at me a little funny.'Did she realize it?'"Isn't Denise a little too old to be still breastfeeding?"I try to distract her attention. And this is the best I could come up with. I know, uninspired."No she's not. It's perfectly normal."Patty replies a bit defensively. Before I can refute her though, Mom starts giggling to my other side. I turn to her and she gives a mysterious smile.