He turned me around very quickly, and pushed me back against the shower wall. The hot water beat down on us as he bent down to squeeze my ass with bot...h hands. Before I knew it, he lifted me off of the ground and roughly pinned me against the wall. I smiled at him and wrapped my legs around his waist. Keeping his hands on my ass to support me, he leaned in and hungrily attacked my breasts; biting, licking and kissing them all over. I leaned my head back against the wall and moaned, arching my. Mum complemented me on my appearance and Dad muttered something like,"humph; very nice" as he poured us all a glass of sparkling wine! Havingbroken the ice and after our full and frank discussion, the atmospherebetween us was more like old times. We sat enjoying our drink and, when Mumgot up to prepare supper, it seemed perfectly natural that I, as anotherwoman, would get up to help her. I think that little gesture did more toreconcile Mum to the fact that I really was operating as a woman. I figured that would be the end of it. After a month of these mediation sessions however, Sharon started trying to actively recruit me."John," she would say, "these sessions have changed my entire life. I really think they could help you too." Not interested."John," she would say, "these sessions are becoming an important part of my life. I really want to share that with you. It could really bring us closer together." Still not interested.Then one day Sharon pulled out her ultimate weapon, the. Looking at her forehead, he could see what looked like dried, clear glue where they had obviously cut her skull open to look at her brain. He wondered what that would have been like, to see her in such a primal, gutted state like that.Not realizing that so much time had passed, he looked up and snapped out of it as the worker cleared his throat.“Uh...Yeah. Y-yeah, that’s Saema,” he said, plainly.The worker nodded, “I’m sorry for your loss. Would you like me to give you a minute?”Phil simply.