“We were expecting someone else. We’d been told we might be being taken across by a Brit, and if so to pretend we were Brits, just for our own saf...ety. I’m so glad it’s you.”“Who told you that?” asked Brennan suspiciously. “It wasn’t Regan was it?”Jackie shook her head. “No. Some woman in the Bogside.”“That’s odd, because I was told I was getting Prods tonight, and our people tomorrow or the next day.” He stared angrily at Regan.Exactly like Brennan, Billy Regan was many things, but not stupid.. Hack! Hack! You could die fromthe loss of blood! It makes me shiver even to think of someone sawingoff my nipples! As my mother splained, when young kids like us takeestrogen and suppress the guy hormones in our balls there soon comes aday where there's no going back. My mother says it's already too latefor me to ever look like a normal dude. She says the only choice I'venow got is between being a popular, pretty girl or an unpopular, weird-looking guy - both for the rest of my life. . He knew that Sir Dunston was old and rarely left home anymore, so that he was almost assured that the gentleman would be home. Riding up to the manor house, he climbed down and tossed the reins to the groom that scurried forth, then announced himself to Sir Dunston’s English butler. Earl Dunrossiter’s visit was an annual occurrence and he followed the butler into the manor, waiting in the foyer until he was admitted. Moments later, he was ushered into the parlor, where Sir Dunston was rising. I'm remembering being his cumslut, never wasting it always eating every bit of his load, even if he decided to blast my face in cum, I'd always smear the cum down into my mouth, show it to him, and then swallow it. Anyways, I text back that I am doing nothing considering I was on vacation but just relaxing at home. He responded with, "Nice! I'm on my way to your house now." I text back, "That's cool I'm hopping in the shower and going to get dressed come in and make yourself at home if I'm.