They turned the other ground floor bedroom into an office/computer room so that we would all have a quiet place to to work once school started up agai...n. It was a nice idea, especially because my dad was equally tyrannical about schoolwork, but it also carried the consequence of having to cram all of us into the remaining three bedrooms on the second floor.My parents naturally took the largest, and I was dismayed when my father told me that the other two rooms would be going to Lexi and Bridget.. But when they wheel the boy into the emergency roomthe surgeon takes one look at the patient on the gurney and declares "Ican't operate on this boy! He's my son!"How can that be? Wasn't the boy's father killed in the accident? How canthe boy be the surgeon's son?Answer: the surgeon is the boy's mom, of course.That's my life, sort of. An old joke. A gender-bending riddle.Except it's worse than that.I mean, it would be bad enough to have your dad came out of the closetand announce that he's gay.. “Shut up, Paul, ya dickhead,” said his girlfriend, “leave her alone."I just wanted somebody to mention the calendar. Anybody. Ian did.“Andrea was asking about the calendar, earlier on."For probably the first time that night, Tom suddenly looked at me.He had an intense look that seemed to probe my mind. He seemed to be asking, with his eyes, “Is this true? I haven’t seen this side of you before.” Yet, he actually said nothing. He just stared.This was the moment I had wanted, but I didn’t know. While he was eating her out and playing with her nice breast, she even put her hands on the back of his head. Wow. And she met his tongue with a vengeance as she lifted her hips up to him. I let him go it alone and watched. He was fucking the hell out of her. The sounds of his balls slamming against her were amazing. She even wrapped her legs around him and continued with her talking about wanting it all. He simply pulls out of her nice tight pussy and starts fucking her tits. Sally is a.