He was anabusive drunk, and I divorced him out of fear for my life, andthat of my unborn c***d. You. But he was adamant that if you werea boy, he was ...going to take you away from me, and raise you to belike him." She paused. "The midwife knew of his threat. So whenyou were born a boy, she put your name on the birth certificateas Cindy Marie Wilson, and marked the sex as female.Your father was disgusted you were born a girl, but did not leavetown. The reason I had enough money was the divorce. He already spoke twenty languages by the time Iwas old enough to know what his trick meant, and I expect it was nearerforty by the time of this story; last time I saw him, a few months ago,he told me he was learning his hundredth language. He's a freelancetranslator, so he can work from anywhere in the world with a netconnection."And she even agreed to send Tim out here for Thanksgiving, since hehasn't seen his kinfolks here in so long. I'll be picking him up atthe Atlanta airport that. Mr. Robinson was a stickler about phone usage, but I was super curious. My friends all knew this was a normal blackout time for me. I slipped the phone onto my lap and peaked. The caller ID was just a number, a number I did not recognize.The message appeared: Hi sexy So someone was either punking me or some girl was cautiously trying to make a connection. If it was a punk, I’d get them back sometime. If it was a girl, it deserved further exploration, but this was a bad time.I quickly sent back:. Her shoes had come off. Now James’ dick was now visible nailing in and out of her. He was fucking my sweet wife real hard now…When he finished in her, they let her go but kept her close between them for a minute. Then Ana left them and came to me, bringing some margaritas.Her face was reddish and she was smiling. I told her what she did was hot.But Ana replied she uncomfortable, knowing I was watching at her being fucked in front of everyone.My wife admitted she was still horny. I guess it was.