Teary-eyed and sobbing, she had her panties ripped down and her knees being pinned to her chest, looking up to see his face hovering over her. His det...ermined look let her know that he wouldn’t stop, and that it made no sense to beg for mercy when she felt the head of his cock slide over her wet pussy lips. He pushed hard, trying to penetrate her, but doesn’t line himself up properly at first. Once he figures out a good angle, he managed to firmly wedge the head of his cock between her lips, but. She smiled at me.?Hey, it has room for my....girls,? I said.?Yeah? You going to wear a skirt with it???Of course not,? I said. ?This is all for comfort. And with the kidsdeciding I was transitioning, I mean, why not? Why not be comfortable???How about my white slacks?? she said ?That would look good.??No I?ll just wear jeans.??Kind of casual for school, Jilly,? she said. ?Mrs. Nelson might spankyou. Of course, if that?s what. you want...??I think I look okay,? I said.?Are you kidding? No. I had it cut in a sensible but stylish pixie-cut, swept to the side at the front. I thought it was pretty cool and a little bit sexy in a boyish way. “What wrong with it?” I asked, a little bit hurt. “Oh! Uh, nothing. It’s quite beautiful. I’m not being clear. How to put this….?” He paused, not sure how to proceed. “How’s this: it is un-gentlemanly to be seen picking hairs from between one’s teeth” he said reaching into the drawer beside his desk, “so a lady must careful to ensure that he is. "Hello?" she said sleepily. Realtor hours tended go late into the evening, so her usual wake up time was hours after his. He knew that, but just couldn't wait."Hi," he said softly.She took a moment before responding. He had never called her this early before - he was always considerate about when he called."Hi, Scott... Are you alright?" Yeah... No... I just..." he trailed off, unable to continue. Inside, he was screaming at himself. He knew what he wanted to say. A lifetime of hang-ups was.