Dominant Black Transsexual CheerleadersChapter 8
"Mattie! Where have you been?" Mom frowned as I walked into the kitchen with a sheepish smile on my face. "It's my fault," Heather said before I could answer. "I took him home last night. I'm sorry." "Oh!" My mom blinked at the eighteen-year-old girl. "You must be Stacy." "Uh ... No, Mom," I cleared my throat. "This is Heather, my new girlfriend." "Heather?" she almost smiled. "I thought your girlfriend was that Stacy girl?" "She was," Heather giggled. "It's nice...