My Luck Of The Draw Was Tending To My Garden Of 'special' Girls

Baby colors. He, she, it. Seems like the world has lost itself in it's own bullshit.

When I grew up things were easier, pull the pants down. A dick it was HE. A pussy it was SHE. and that was IT. Me personally I was born with a dick. All that was expected of me was to grow up, get married, have kids and do my duty. My sister had her path, grow up, get married, have kids, and do her duty. I know it will be a shock to people to find out that if your wife wasn't pregnant within the year, or for my sister if she wasn't pregnant within the year, that was a sure sign things were going bad in the marriage.

I have a cousin. She got a math degree and later became a lawyer. One day I fucked her when she studying law. That was my duty. She joined the Navy as a Jag officer. She came home on leave and my duty was to pound her pussy and fill 'er up. She knew better than to fool around, I didn't care how many pussies she licked, but when it came to taking a dick, she knew where she belonged.

My wife had this girl come work for her. She was sixteen. It was an afterschool thing. She was slim and tight and had tiny little tits. If you didn't know better you would mistake her for a boy. Except when she got her pants down, there was no dick. All SHE, and her pussy would sweat when she got felt up and my wife taught her how to suck dick. She had to wait until she was eighteen to get dick and once she did she didn't quit. She would sit in my lap at the breakfast table and grind her ass into my lap and stuff herself full of dick. She liked that. She knew what she was, no mistake about it. She knew full well what she had between her legs. My wife liked her a whole bunch, and liked having her 'close' to her, liked that pussy she told me, she just liked that pussy and she couldn't get enough. But make no mistake about it, there was no confusion as to who had the dick. Let them figure out their pussy thing, I always said.

Between my wife, my cousin and our little butterfly they kept my dick busy. Yes Sir, my cousin would say. She liked saying Yes Sir when she got fucked. When she was off on 'maneuvers' she had lots of pussy to pick from. She sent me pictures from time to time of some young thing she was licking, just to show me she knew the difference between a he and a she, and she never messed around with a he when she was away.

Everyone is old now and my wife's tits hang a little lower. Our little butterfly is a skinny thing, with a big bad slit between her legs and she knows how to suck dick, but she would rather spend that night time making my wife happy, even now that they aren't that young. And my cousin did her twenty years in the Navy and retired here and set up a practice dealing with Navy lesbians and their never ending list of he hurt me, or she hurt me, or they hurt themselves. She likes the company she tells me, always did. She needs to be around them, makes her feel good inside. But when it comes time to getting dicked she knows her duty, Yes Sir she says, that's what I like.