Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2002 21:41:07 -0400
From: luvbntged@netscape.net
Subject: My journey to Happiness - Pt. 2

I could feel his lips barely touching mine when he suddenly pulled back,
releasing my shoulders, and sat up straight. Still having trouble with his
breathing, he got up from the couch saying, "I have a long day tomorrow,
I'd better get some sleep,"

I remained on the couch for a long time, stunned, excited, frustrated. and
confused. Finally going to bed, I lay awake a long time thinking about what
would have happened if he hadn't stopped and trying to sort out my own
feelings.

I had been so intrigued by what Dr. Wilkerson had told me about anal sex,
that I had to try it. A couple of days after returning from L.A., I screwed
up enough courage to buy a small vibrator, a tube of K-Y jelly and some
condoms. I was beside myself with excitement the first night I tried it, in
a variety of positions but I was unsuccessful at full penetration. It would
hurt a little and frighten me, so I would put it away for a couple of
days. I soon discovered that I could get a special thrill though when I
turned it on, held it in the area between my cock and anus, the perineum as
I later found out. I would hold it against my perineum, rub my "clit" and
achieve two or three orgasms. I rarely ejaculated by this time.

That night, which I always thought of afterwards as the "night of the near
kiss", I was determined to achieve penetration. After a couple of abortive
attempts, I finally lay on my side, held one leg up, and pressed the
vibrator against my "pussy". In the beginning , I felt the same burning
sensation that I had experienced before but sheer determination got me past
it. Gradually, I pushed all of it in until there was just enough left for
me to grasp with my thumb and finger. At the moment of full penetration I
experienced a variety of emotions; excitement, accomplishment and
desire. Slowly, I began moving it in and out while massaging my breasts. As
much as I tried, I wasn't able to reach a climax but did experience a very
satisfying "emotional orgasm" that lasted as long as I was fucking myself.

Beginning the next day, and for several days after, the atmosphere at home
was a little tense. It was nearly a week before we got back even close to
normal and by then it was time to go to L.A. to make a final selection on a
house.

There was still a little tension between us on the trip out and
conversation was minimal. We had finally selected four houses we wanted to
look at and the agent was going to meet us at the airport. As I entered the
arrival area at LAX, with Rick right behind me, a beautiful brunet brushed
past me, nearly knocking me down., I looked around instantly when I heard
her say, "Oh, Rick, it's so good to see you again."

She was plastered to Rick, her arms around his neck, kissing him on the
cheek. I immediately felt a streak of jealousy soar through my body. I had
never given any thought to his social life before, but now I was overcome
with curiosity. Especially about his relationship with this woman.

When he had extricated himself for her grasp, he acknowledged me by saying,
"Clare, this is Tami...Tami, this is Clare."

If looks could kill, there would have been two dead females laying on the
floor.

Managing a smile, she said. "Glad to meet you," then turned to Rick with a
"who the hell is Tami?" question on her face.

He simply replied, "Tami is my ward."

We managed to look at two houses that day and then two the next day. The
one with the kitchen I had fell in love with was last. The house was nice
enough but when I saw the kitchen in person, I knew this was the one I
wanted.

I was enthusiastically walking around the kitchen inspecting every inch of
it, repeating how great it was, when I heard Rick say, "Well, Clare, it
looks like this is the one."

It took every ounce of will power I could muster to keep from wrapping
myself around his neck and kissing him right in front of Clare.

Clare sounded a little irritated when asking, "Are you sure. It is by far
the most expensive one."

"Yes, this is the one we want."

"We" again, I thought, still wondering what it really meant.

We were going to take possession in two weeks time so a lot of the time
back in D.C. was devoted to the move. We had gradually become at ease with
one another again. The "night of the near kiss" was never mentioned but I
knew neither one of us had forgotten it. In fact I thought about it so much
at night that I ran down the batteries in my vibrator. Instead of buying
replacements, I bought a slightly larger vibrator.

We were relaxing over coffee one Saturday morning when I decided it was
time to bring up the plans I had been formulating for several days.

"I have a proposition for you."

Rick lowered his paper, raising his eyebrows, replied a little devilishly,
"Oh, yeah?"

I couldn't resist a little wicked giggle in reply.

"I've been thinking, it is going to take a lot of time to furnish the house
properly and I know you won't have a lot of time to devote to it."

Sudden interest was apparent on his face. "You're right ...go on"

"I know you don't know this but I don't really need a full year of school
to graduate. I have always been a straight "A" student. In fact I skipped
the second and fifth grades. I have done some checking on the graduation
requirements in California. If I take advanced placement exams in two
courses, all I need to do is attend one semester."

"You never cease to amaze me."

"So if it is alright with you, why don't I take off the first semester and
devote my time to the house? I can find enough time to study for the
exams. We can lease enough furniture to get by with for awhile."

He was silent for a couple of minutes, finally saying, "Are you sure you
want to do this."

"Oh, yes. I would love to.  Uh it will probably cost a lot of money."

"That's okay. I'm sure we have enough."

"There's that "we" again", I thought. Then I wondered how much money "we"
did have but never asked.

The first day we were in L.A., he took me to a bank and opened an account
with both of our names on the checks. I was thrilled beyond measure. I
nearly fainted when he told me how much money would be deposited every
month.

As we were leaving the bank, he said, "Since you want to be Suzy homemaker,
you can take care of all the bills. I don't like messing with them."

I nearly kissed him right on the street. I didn't think I would ever be
that happy.

The first thing I did, after purchasing enough sheets and towels to get by,
was concentrate on the kitchen. I found a store that had everything one
could possibly need, or desire, spending a small fortune, buying only the
best. The sales staff was obviously thrilled every time they saw me enter
the store. At first, I would tell Rick how much money I had spent but he
didn't seem to care.

One morning I was busy organizing the kitchen when I heard a knock on the
back door. I was a little surprised and hesitated a couple of moments
before answering it.

I opened the door to an exuberant, "Hi, new neighbor. I'm Laura Newman. We
live next door."

"I'm Tami Taylor. "

I was momentarily a little flustered but did manage to invite her in for
coffee.

"I've always loved this house, especially the kitchen." Without pausing for
a breath, she went on, "I thought someone named Johnson bought this house."

For a second I didn't know how to reply, so I just said, "That's right."

"Oh !"

When I failed to elaborate, she just said, with a little gleam in her eyes,
"I see."

I know that she assumed Rick and I were lovers, but never said anything
more about it.

Laura was a very attractive, petite, blonde. It wasn't obvious but I could
see that her blonde hair came out of a bottle.

It wasn't long before we fell into easy conversation. I know she never
guessed that I was only sixteen. Laura did most of the talking, telling me
the best places to shop for clothes and she also recommended an interior
decorator. I had never even thought about one, so I was glad when she
mentioned it.

Everything went great for the next couple of weeks until the afternoon that
Rick called to tell me that he had a date that night and won't be home for
dinner. I was furious, especially thinking that he was out with that witch
Clare. I knew in the back of my mind that he had every right to have his
own life. I tried to be rational about. After all he was my father, not my
lover, and had every right to have a social life that didn't include
me. But just the thought of him with another woman, probably fucking her, I
just got madder. I was really fuming when I heard him come in about three
in the morning.

The next morning, when he came into the kitchen, late, I didn't say a
word. I just set a plate of cold bacon and eggs with a cold cup of coffee
in front of him and went to my bedroom. I stayed there until I heard him
leave.

I had just returned to the kitchen when Laura came over for coffee, which
had become a daily occurrence. She could see right away that I was not in a
good mood.

"My gosh, dear, you are in a state this morning.  On the rag?"

I tersely replied, "No."

"Ah, trouble with your man."

"I really don't want to talk about it."

"Well, I've seen him and he is a hunk. If you get tired of him, just send
him my way. I'm sure he can keep me happy."

That comment forced a little giggle and I felt a little better.

The atmosphere that night at dinner was a little frosty. That night I had a
real good session with my new vibrator and felt much better.

The following morning Rick looked down at his breakfast and said, "I guess
I'm back in your good graces?"

"Just barely," I thought but didn't reply.

Everything went smoothly for the next couple of months. My days were spent
with Laura and decorating the house. I especially enjoyed shopping with
her. She was the first real friend I had ever had. About every two weeks or
so, Rick would call to say he wouldn't be home for dinner that night. He
never gave a reason but I just knew he was out fucking Clare or some other
bitch. I tried to be adult about it but I was never able to completely hide
my displeasure.

I had been yearning for a real cock when I ran across a lesbian web
site. It advertised all kinds of dildos and other sex toys. I finally
ordered one that looked like a real cock, with balls. I checked the for the
mail at least three times a day until it arrived. It was so close to dinner
time when the mail came that day I didn't open the package right
away. Somehow I managed to get dinner on the table while thinking of
nothing else but my first "dick". After dinner, Rick went straight to his
office after helping me with the dishes, and I nearly ran to my room. I
started to open the package right away but decided to take a bubble bath,
douche and lubricate my "vagina" before meeting my new "friend".

Still nude, I placed a large, soft, towel on the bed. I had learned a long
time ago, after I had messed up the bed sheets a couple of times, to use a
towel. I was holding my breath as my trembling hands opened the package. I
felt like it was my birthday and Christmas at the same time.

As I tenderly caressed it for the first time, I wondered how it compared to
that "special one" that I often dreamed about. I brought the tip of it
slowly to my lips, touching it first with my tongue, then kissing it. Then
I closed my eyes, imagining it was Rick's, kissed and licked every inch of
it. I had often wondered what it felt like to suck a cock, so I slowly
wrapped my lips around the little bulb on the end, sucking at it for a
minute before trying to take more of it in my mouth. I was so excited by
now that I was having trouble breathing. I wanted the feel of all of it my
mouth but was unable to get more than half of it without gagging.

Pulling the now wet and slippery cock from my mouth, I rubbed it around
each breast in turn, paying particular attention to my swollen nipples. It
felt especially wonderful when I placed it in the valley between my tits
and pressed them together.  Slowly trailing it down my body, with just the
tip touching my skin, I brought it in contact with my clit for the first
time. The feeling was exhilarating as I rubbed it against my clit and
perineum until I brought myself to a thigh quivering climax.

Recovering my breath after a few minutes I rolled on my side, slipped on a
condom, that I had ready for use, and lubricated. It was so slippery that I
had trouble holding it as I placed the tip against my cunt and just held it
there, savoring the anticipation of what was about the happen. I was
trembling all over as I pushed the head of it just inside and stopped. I
experienced the now familiar burning sensation at first but that quickly
subsided, I had had a vibrator in me many times and knew what to
expect. Placing my hand around the "balls", I slowly pushed it all the way
in. I spent a long time moving it slowly in and out until my arm got
tired. I didn't experience another orgasm but was still found the
experience more satisfying than using a vibrator. I finally fell asleep,
wondering how long it would be before I lost my virginity for real.

I had been cooking for just Rick and myself for months, becoming more
confident everyday about my culinary skills. In early November, Rick
decided that we should invite Laura, her husband, Joe, his partner, George
and George's current girl friend for Thanksgiving dinner at our house. My
immediate reaction was sheer panic but agreed to do it. I felt a little
more at ease when Laura agreed to help.

Laura and I spent most of the two days prior to Thanksgiving planning the
menu, baking and prepping.  My fears had all but disappeared when Rick
dropped a bomb on me. He had also invited Clare and she was bringing a
friend.

"That's all I need to make the dinner a complete disaster," I thought,
"that bitch Clare hanging all over Rick."

I had planned to serve at 3 pm but everyone except Clare and her friend had
arrived at least two hours ahead of time. The men were in the den, watching
a football game, and us girls were in the kitchen preparing dinner and
talking, mostly talking, when the doorbell rang about 2:30. I desperately
wanted to stay in the kitchen the rest of the day but forced myself to
follow the other two women out to greet the new arrivals. My day became
much sunnier when I saw Clare hanging on the arm of a man.

When Rick closed the front door, after the last of our guests had departed
that evening, he turned to gaze at me for several seconds. He was smiling
with his mouth but I could see tenderness in his eyes. As if hypnotized, I
took a step closer, and placed my hands on his chest. Holding that position
for several seconds, I sensed that his emotions were in as much turmoil as
mine. After what seemed an eternity, I felt his hands on my waist, pulling
me just a fraction closer as he slowly lowered his head toward mine. It
felt like my lips were quivering as they waited for that long desired
kiss. My heart was beating so hard I was afraid it would explode, when at
the last second, he moved his head a little and kissed me on the cheek.

"The dinner was wonderful, Honey. Thank you."

I stood there for a long time, as if my feet were nailed to the floor,
after he released my waist and quickly moved past me. I tried to convince
myself that it was best for both of us that the kiss hadn't happened, but
was unsuccessful.

During the next few months, I felt as if I were leading four lives; high
school student, housekeeper, guinea pig and Rick's steady date.

I returned to high school in January after passing advanced placement exams
in three subjects instead of two. With advanced placement, I had to go to
school only in the mornings. It was a good thing because I had never felt
as miserable or out of place in my life. I felt so strange around the other
students that I didn't attend the graduation ceremonies.

I was through decorating the house by the end of December, so keeping house
and cooking became just a routine chore. I was a little lonely. Laura's
husband received a promotion t the beginning of the year and they had to
move to New York. I really missed her.

Every time I went to see Dr. Wilkerson she would change the type and dosage
of hormones I was taking. I kept praying that she knew what she was
doing. I wasn't having any problems health wise but did worry sometimes.

After that Thanksgiving, we attended many functions, business and social,
always as a couple. I did notice that Rick always introduced me simply as
Tami without providing any information about our relationship. It was
obvious that everyone assumed that we were lovers, which didn't bother me a
bit. I always got a special thrill when he would brag about my cooking or
how well I had decorated "our" house. Rick's constant reference to the two
of as a unit just served to add to the conflict I had about the feelings I
had toward him. Logic told me they were wrong but there was a demon at work
telling me that they were okay. As I battled my own contradictory emotions,
I also wondered what Rick was thinking and feeling. I got my answer a few
days after I finished school.

Rick was going to take me out to dinner to celebrate my "graduation" ,
which of course required a new dress. I needed some new clothes anyway as I
had grown a half an inch taller and put on a little weight. The major part
of the weight gain was in my hips and bust. I now required a C-cup, which
concerned Dr. Wilkerson but thrilled me.

The dress I bought for the occasion was more like a chemise than a
dress. It was modestly low cut with spaghetti straps It offered just a hint
of cleavage but promised more by the way the material clung to my
breasts. It was such a perfect fit that there was also just a hint of hips
and ass. The only undergarments I wore were a black thong and black thigh
highs. The nylons were necessary because the dress was slit on the left
side to just above my knee. I preened in front of the mirror for at least
15 minutes, thinking how beautiful and sexy I was. When Rick first saw me,
I took a glance at his crotch to see that my attire had the intended effect
on him.

I was mildly shocked when he ordered a bottle of champagne. Neither one of
us ever had more than a glass of wine with a meal. When I gave him a
questioning look, he replied that tonight was very special.

I couldn't help wondering just how special it would be. After we finished
our meal, we danced and finished the champagne. We had danced plenty of
times before, but that night was different. I don't know whether it was the
effects of the wine or the look in his eyes, but he was holding me so close
that I literally felt that we were sharing the same body. I had my eyes
closed during the last two dances trying to imagine what it would be like
if I could feel the heat of his hard cock inside me instead just pressed
against my abdomen. When we left the restaurant, all too soon, Rick held me
tightly against his side until we reached the car. It took all the will
power I could muster to stay on my side of the car during the drive home.

After entering the house, I turned around waiting for Rick to lock the door
and set the alarm. When he turned to face me, I took a step toward him,
placed my hands on his upper arms, and started to say, "Thank You for a
wonderful evening", but the words were caught in my throat when I saw the
look in his eyes. It was a mixture of love, lust and devilment.

He placed his hands on my waist, pulled me against him. We just looked at
each other for a long time before he lowered his head toward mine saying
"This is so wrong." as his lips touched mine.

The kiss, I had been wanting for so long, sent what felt like a small jolt
of electricity straight to my toes. When his tongue entered my mouth all I
could do was moan and give him mine in return. We kissed for what seemed
like an eternity, alternating between soft and warm, demanding and teasing.

As we kissed, our hands seemed to be everywhere at the same time. When his
hands reached my breasts I had to pull back to give him better access. My
hands somehow ended up under his shirt in the forest of hair on his chest.

When we finally came up for air, Rick looked like he was torn between
continuing what we had started and quitting, saying, "We shouldn't be doing
this."

 After being so close to my ultimate desire so many times before, I took
the decision out of his hands by quickly slipping the straps of my dress
off my shoulders ,allowing the dress to fall to my feet. Rick's eyes seemed
to get larger as I arched my back and cupped my breasts to lift them,
offering them to him.

"Oh God. Honey, I've wanted to do this for so long. Your breasts are so
beautiful. You are so beautiful, " he whispered, as his fingers tenderly
brushed across the tops.

Those words caused my already tingling body to shudder.

He seemed to be in a trance as his hands slowly replaced mine and he began
teasing my already swollen nipples with his thumbs, causing delicious
sensations to soar through my body. It seemed like I was two different
entities. One a mind, observing this action and the other a body rapidly
approaching a lustful abandonment that it had never experienced before. My
hands were all over his chest and arms before putting them behind his head
to pull his lips to my swollen right nipple. The initial contact was much
more exciting than I had ever dreamed. My clit felt like it was about to
explode and my knees collapse as he began to suckle me. I moved his head
back and forth between my breasts and making verbal commands like "suck me,
darling", "bite me", "harder", until I couldn't stand it anymore.

I moved one hand down to caress his cock through his slacks and whispered,
"Take me to bed. Take me. Fuck me."

Without a word, Rick picked me up as if I were a baby. I had my arms
wrapped around his neck and my lips firmly attached to his neck as he
carried me to his room.

When we were next to his bed, he stood me up and began kissing my eyes,
neck and shoulders, running his hot hands from my breasts to my ass and
back again. Somehow, in spite of his insistent hands, I managed to get his
shirt off and his slacks and underwear down to his ankles. I just glanced
at the object that was the focus of so many dreams before I attached my
lips to his left nipple and began sucking. Rick was moaning loudly as I
attacked each nipple in turn, alternatively nibbling After a few minutes, I
commanded, "Take off my thong."

The exhilaration of power soared through my body as he went to his knees
while striping the thong off my hips and down my legs. I was mesmerized as
his mouth came level with the one part of my body that I liked to pretend
wasn't even there because it reminded me that I wasn't totally a female. I
knew I was about to lose control when without even thinking about it, I
grabbed his head, and thrust my "clit" against his lips, commanding, "Suck
it, Darling. Suck my clit"

We were both moaning when my thighs began to quiver just before I came in
his mouth. Rick continued to suck on my soft member until the shuddering
subsided. I felt completely drained until Rick raised up and pulled me
tight against him, pressing my breasts flat against his beautiful, hair
covered chest, trapping his throbbing cock against my belly and kissed
me. The taste of my own cum on his lips and his probing tongue got me
excited again.

Pushing me back on the bed, he gasped, "Honey, I can't help it. I need
you. I have to have you."

I realized ,as I placed my hands behind my knees, pulling my legs nearly to
my shoulders, offering my cunt to the man I loved more than anything in the
world, that what we were about to do would probably be painful without some
lubrication, but I didn't care, begging, "Please. Please, take me."

I watched as he placed one hand on the bed beside me and used the other one
to guide his beautiful cock to my opening. He paused for a second as his
cock head pressed against me, "I'll try not to hurt..."

He couldn't finish what he was about to say, as I thrust my ass toward him,
forcing the head of his cock just past the opening, I felt the usual
burning sensation for just a second as he plunged into me all the way,
crying out, "OH...GOD!!!"

I hooked my heels behind his ass, holding him inside, savoring the feel of
his balls against my ass, as I managed to gather enough breath to say,
"STOP!!!"

"Honey, did I hurt you?"

"Oh, no. I love you so much and I've wanted this for so long that I want to
enjoy the feeling for a second."

And enjoy it, I did. I had had dildos inside me many, many times. But the
feeling they gave me were nothing compared to the pleasure I was getting
from the pulsing warmth of the real thing.

"Now, darling, fuck me."

We were both in a frenzy as I dug my fingernails into his arms, thrusting
against him trying to match his every stroke with the same speed and
intensity. My clit stayed soft but I know I had at least two orgasms before
Rick finally cried out, "I'm cummying. Baby, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmming..!"

I held myself tight against him as I felt the warmth of the liquid he was
pumping into me soar through my body.

We were both exhausted as his soft penis slipped out of me Both breathing
hard, we rolled on our sides and feel asleep.

When I woke up the next day, well past noon, my pounding head was on Rick's
shoulder, one arm laying across his chest and one leg over his. My whole
body was aching, especially my ass, but I started smiling when I began
remembering how it got that way. We had woke up three more times, the last
time probably about mid-morning and made love. Twice tenderly and the last
time passionately. It seemed as if we were both insatiable.

I finally peeled myself from the sticky sheets and Rick's equally sticky
body and went to the bathroom, grinning with the thought that the sheets on
the bed would probably have to be destroyed.

After douching, twice, and showering, I slipped into a robe and headed for
the kitchen. I heard the shower running as I was getting the coffee
started. I couldn't help but worry a little about how Rick and I were going
to react to one another after what had occurred. Then I remembered that
there was one thing that would take his mind off everything else. He loved
cinnamon toast.

I had just put it in the oven when Rick walked in dressed in a short terry
cloth robe, identical to the one I was wearing. I had given it to him for
Christmas, but this was the first time I had seen him wear it.

As I handed him a cup of coffee, he said, a little nervously, "Tami, about
last night..."

He didn't have a chance to finish because I went up on my toes kissing him
full on the lips saying, "Last night was wonderful, Darling. Now sit and
drink your coffee, I've got your favorite in the oven.

"Cinnamon toast?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear.

I knew it would work. As I was putting it on a plate, I suddenly got a
wicked idea.

Placing the toast on the table, I told Rick to scoot back. He looked at me
kind of funny but complied.

I sat on his lap, put one arm around his neck and picked up a piece of
toast.

"Now open wide, lover."

As he bit into the toast, I said, "I guess you know that you have to marry
me now."

"Tami, we can't..."

He couldn't finish as I stuffed another piece of toast into his
mouth. While feeding him and licking the excess sugar and cinnamon off his
lips, I managed to explain that he was only my guardian for a few more
months. That there wasn't a record anywhere about our true relationship and
incest was a problem only when having children and we couldn't.

I had a lot more to say but his hand inside my robe. caressing my breasts
caused a cessation of any rational thought and just served to give me more
wicked ideas.

Getting off his lap, I slipped off my robe, took a piece of toast, spread
cinnamon and sugar on my breasts and clit. Getting up on the table with my
legs straddling his, "Now baby, momma is going to feed you right."

Any reservations I may have had about our new relationship went right out
the window as he opened his mouth wide and tried to suck my entire left
breast into it. All the soreness in my body disappeared as he licked,
sucked and nibbled my breast. Both breasts were clear of cinnamon and sugar
but wet with his saliva as he pushed me back to lie flat on the table

Placing my legs over his shoulders, first he teased my clit with his tongue
then began sucking on it in earnest. Initially my legs and arms were
flailing about until in the end my legs were wrapped tight around his head
and my hands were squeezing my tits. I could hear myself screaming
obscenities as my whole body seemingly soared high above the table before
crashing back to earth as a quivering blob. Rick continued to hold my sore,
softened clit in his warm mouth until I stopped shaking. I felt like every
bone in my body had turned to liquid until he pulled me upright by the
arms.

"Now it's your turn to eat, Sweetheart," pointing down to his engorged,
cinnamon and sugar coated cock.

I don't know where the energy came from, but in an instant I was on my
knees, getting a close-up look at the most beautiful cock in the
world. First, I kissed the end of it, paying reverent homage to object that
had given and was going to give me so much pleasure, then wrapped my lips
around it's velvety smooth, sweet tasting, bright red head. Slowly, I began
licking all over it, savoring the manly aroma and taste coupled with the
sweet coating. Finally, I took the whole thing in my mouth, moving my lips
a close to it's base as possible, then fondled his balls with one hand. He
raised so high off the chair that I thought for an instant that he was
going ram his cock all the way down my throat. The hours of practice with
my dildo came in handy as I moved my lips slowly up and down his shaft,
occasionally teasing with my tongue until Rick was begging me to finish
him. Finally deciding to put an end to his agony, I moved my lips up and
down as rapidly until he grabbed the back of my head, forcing the head of
his cock against the back of my throat and started spewing his hot, sticky
fluid down my throat.

When he had finished, I lay my head against his thigh, with his soft prick
still in my mouth, too exhausted to move.

Rick stayed home the next two days. We spent most of that time in bed
talking about our future and possible problems, making love and
fucking...a lot of fucking. I learned in those two days that Rick had
been struggling with the same desires and dilemmas that had constantly
invaded my thoughts for the past year or so. I couldn't keep from getting a
special when he told me that he had been with another woman only one time
since I came to live with him because "he stand the thought of another cold
breakfast served with a cold shoulder"

In the end we decided against the sex reassignment surgery, Rick said he
"would definitely miss the pleasure of sucking on my clit" and it didn't
make sense to take a chance on something that didn't have a 100% guarantee.

We were married on my 18th birthday. We have two beautiful kids, a boy, 12
and a girl,9, natural siblings, that we adopted when they were one and
four, who are always perplexed why mommy and daddy laugh and kiss every
time cinnamon toast is mentioned. In fact, I only make it when they are not
home for obvious reasons. It always amazes me how much they favor Rick but
I know he has been faithful to me because, as Rick often says, there is no
one else in the world who serves breakfast like I do.

Our fifteenth anniversary is in two days and I already have breakfast
planned.