..coming home...every weekend?” she asked, her voice faint. “Oh god, Peter...” She threw herself into his arms. And finally allowed herself t...o cry.“Of course,” he said softly, next to her ear. “How else am I gonna be able to check up on my car?” Jane laughed, weakly, as she continued to cry. Then he added, “So you’d better take good care of it...or it’s Mr. Bad Man for you,” and stuck his tongue in her ear, causing her to squeal and jerk away from him, now laughing in earnest. Then she. We all could talk about what it'd be like to be boys in a wistful way ora complaining one, or in Michelle's hilarious one, but we all knew wewere fine the way we were. Sometimes you just felt down because lifewasn't fair and the people who had the dicks had made it that way, soyou sometimes had that "greener grass" feeling, or even just good ol'human curiosity, and that's all it was. As far as I knew. I mean, I'dcome out as gay and maybe one of my friends would one day come out astransgender,. "Daddy," Emmeline said after a long non-stop stretch, "I gotta go, gotta yurnate." Just wait a second Honey Bear, we'll all stop ta do that in a little while." Can't wait, Daddy, gotta go."Had they been driving down a highway back home, it would have been the same. The father wanting to get just a little farther along the route only to be met with disaster. He could have stopped, but he didn't and was going to pay shortly. Emmeline began to pee on the back of his neck. The flood went down his. I caught her nipples and kept pulling them up and down against her movements over my dick. Aunty Sheen became noticeably aroused and she started to ride me even faster. I could hear the sound of her thick, soft thighs slapping against my firm ones as she fucked me faster and faster. "Ohh..ooohhh... Ali!" Aunty Sheen moaned and groaned. I held on to her thick, hard nipples and forced her to ride me even faster. By now we were oblivious to everything happening outside the door. I watched my.