I've been born with the desire to write, but with notalent, or staying power to finish what I've started. I doubt I willwrite this for more than a pa...ge. I am trapped within my own skin, forced to grope breasts of other people,the lucky people, the girl-people, that I wish were mine, instead havingto settle for a penis. But I don't think that that's what I'm meant towrite about.I have dreams, you know? I have dreams where noses with wings take careof rose orchards where the juice of the. So we dropped her at company accommodation and then for the next few months, we made some casual visits to help her settle but I took my wife along always.My wife was ok with me helping her after knowing her father’s story. We used to WhatsApp now and then and later it became a routine. After 3 months, we used to WhatsApp every single day but only when I was in office. The conversation was all casual and it used to be always pulling each other legs or teasing each other. I didn´t have serious. .. you know... fantasized... about someone close to you. I don't mean friends, but..."My mother looked at me in silence, then started smiling and, damned if I didn't notice, opened her legs a little wider."You mean people who are related?" Well... yeah. I mean... is it so strange that, for instance when you have a gorgeous brother, or sister, that you fantasize about them?" Of course not. Like your father and I always told you, fantasies belong to you. Nobody gets hurt with them. And you don't. Simon made eye contact and felt... interested. Whoever the newcomer was, she was as sexy as all hell!Patty pulled away from John and looked back at the girl."Oh, sorry. John, Simon, I'd like you to meet my friend Marianne. Marianne, this is my boyfriend John, and this is his friend, Simon." Pleased to meet you both!" Marianne answered. Her voice was a dark, sultry contralto. Just hearing her saying that conjured up a number of hot, humid feelings in Simon. In fact, he felt a stirring in his.