Melissa could feel her inner walls squeezing Brett’s fingers as he moved them in a circle inside her, gently guiding them in and out. “Brett ...I’m gonna cum,” she warned through clenched teeth. “There’s nothing I like better,” he smiled back. “It’s gonna be a wet one. Maybe you should stop…” Melissa panted, not meaning a word of it. “Hell no, baby. I’m gonna make you cum all over my car, and then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight. Until you stop worrying. Will you please stay like that for a littlewhile?" Yea!" the girls cheered as my mother led my out of their lair. For therest of the afternoon, she pretended that I was her daughter as Iskulked around the house. Trying to coax me out of my funk, she had mehelp her bake my favorite cookies, and then we sat down together on theglider out on the porch. She brushed my longish hair as she told mestories about her girlhood, and as the hours passed I found myselfbecoming close to her in a way that I. She wasrewarded with a plate of two eggs scrambled with diced onions andpeppers, two sausages, home fries, some strawberry jam for the muffins,and her coffee cup filled."Eat up, dear. The coffee is a fair trade decaf, those are soy sausages,and the fries are done in vegetable oil. The peppers and onions arelocally grown, certified organic, and eggs are from free-rangevegetarian chickens," Ms. Martin said as she sat down with an equallysubstantial breakfast.As they ate, Tom/Terri started. "I guess Dean is up." MOM!!!!!!!!!!!"Barbara upon entering her son's room found him standing naked in front of a full-length mirror."What is it dear?" I am a girl. That is what." What is wrong with being a girl?" But I am a boy." Not any longer you aren't." I am your daughter and my name is Deanna." You can't even say it anymore. After what you did yesterday. You are better off as a girl anyway." WHY?????????" A lot of things you did here at home and at school but the two things you did that.