It wasn't made easier by the fact that I didn't fit the stereotypical lesbian image, nor did I feel anything but traditionally feminine. As I put it t...o myself in high school, I wasn't "that way." I was no more or less vulnerable to the stereotypes of the times than anyone else. I was successful in my attempts to sublimate my inner conflicts until I neared 30. At that point, I couldn't go on lying anymore.There was no epiphany. I didn't have a passion-inspired sexual encounter with another. My hard cock was now very much ready to fuck Joy and she was very much ready to fuck too. She rolled my over onto my back and slides herself up and onto my chest. She slowly slides her sweet bare pussy over the head of my dick and allowed just the head of my member to go in. She gasped as the head slide passed her lips and she worked her hips back and forth to allow more of my shaft to slide in. As she lowers her body down all the way onto my cock she closed her eyes and reached up to grasp. And she knew it, of course. These are the kinds of games people who have been married for a long time play.My distaste for Christmas has grown over the years to the point where I can hardly stand it any more. It used to be kind of a community holiday, but now people are saying that you can’t display a creche on public property and it’s politically incorrect to wish people “Merry Christmas.” It’s gotta be “Happy Holidays” if you don’t want to piss somebody off.I’m not religious, God knows, but. I carried a baby. I could have justified an abortion, though I abhorred the idea, because I had been raped. But I also knew that Mira would kill Kenny if I dared to end the pregnancy. She would have returned, taken her male form, and raped me again. I had no way out of the nightmare.Hank was the perfect idiot. It finally dawned on him that I was pregnant. He began to congratulate himself. I told him that it was a delicate pregnancy and my doctor said that we must avoid relations at all costs..