"Do you want me to getone?" Not particularly, I'm not sure that we are far enough along this roadto do that but if you wanted it I would not mind as l...ong as it wastasteful."Chapter 15We had a few things planned the next weekend so dressing was not reallypossible. Let me clarify that. Outer clothes, wig, shoes and makeupwere out. I continued to wear feminine underwear and hosiery and anightie for bed, although more often than not, it came off fairlyquickly.The major event on Saturday was the. As they tooled around town, both boys had their baggyjeans and boxersopen and down. It made it difficult for Tyrone to use thegas pedal andbrake, but he was an expert at jerking off in the car. He'dbeen doing itsince he was twelve, five years ago. Both boys had theirpants open anddown and were pumping their huge thick hunks of niggerfuckmeat. These were not dicks to be sneezed at. These were fucking cuntbusters! Even the other jigs at school and around the hood were in awe of the dicksof Tyrone. “Okay! I’ll talk to you later,” she responded, watching me take off to tend to my horny, teenage son.I got to the elevator bank and he was still there waiting. I guess it was a slow elevator.“Hey, sweetie,” I said in a calm, soothing voice, as I approached him and rested my hand on his lower back.“Hey, Barbie,” he replied affectionately, the numbers above the elevator trickling down to our floor.The doors opened and a half-dozen people got out. We walked in after and the metal doors closed. I took Pia’s hand, and she didn’t resist. We got back to the house and went to my room and sat on the bed cross-legged, facing each other.“How do we figure this out?” I asked.“I don’t know. It’s complicated. But I think everything is complicated with you.”“That’s for sure,” I said with a weak smile.“What do YOU want?” Pia asked.“I have the same problem that you do. I don’t know. I’ve been searching for a couple of years, but I don’t even know for sure what I’m searching for.”“Then how can you.