Good luck with rehabilitation.Your friend,JulieIt was nice of Julie to write me about our championship. The e-mail also made me think a little bit abo...ut what could have been if the Simpsons hadn't moved to Nebraska. I wrote back thanking her for writing.Liz was upset when she found out on the way to school that she had to go to the babysitter's house one more day. The football team had a final team meeting after school before we concluded the season.Monday morning at rehab Matt taught me about. Aunt Shellie got my attention by saying "now your cock is already oiled and your mother does like it up the ass so I say get in there and have a good time, make a baby in your mommies ass"Mom made some sort of sound and turned her head away from us, but she was still holding her legs open for me so I got down between them. I rubbed my cock around unsure where her butt hole really was but then mom said "there" and I pushed, it started going in. Mom groaned and I grunted. Then as I got farther in. "Bend over my desk," he said with authority.Paige leaned on her forearms, her back facing Tim. He slowly raised her skirt and tucked the hem into the waistband. Plain full white panties, the kind a grammar school girl would wear covered her spectacular ass. Tim had to adjust his fully erect cock before he could continue."This is a serious offense! Whack!"His hand landed solidly on her left cheek. Paige made no response. "Whack!" The right cheek had its turn. Still nothing. It took three more. From my wardrobe I take my little black dress from its hanger and hold it against me, it’s lovely and I am so pleased I found it, I have wanted just this dress for so long, perhaps fate has something to do with all that is happening this day. Slipping it over my shoulders and gently pulling it down over my breasts I feel so feminine and happy and turning to give a twirl I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, Alanya a middle aged Transvestite living her dream. My little box of jewellary.