She growled at me: “Fuck me harder!” I was slamming her cunt with all I had. I was shocked when Kelly pushed me away and pulled off of my cock.“...ay on your back!” I followed orders. Kelly sat on my cock and leaned back against my chest. “Make me cum.” It wasn’t an order, it was closer to begging. One more guy had his face in the back window and a third in the side window. Kelly’s naked body was on full display. They could see her open cunt being nailed by my dick. Her tits shook wildly. I had. It was like masculinity had no more power over me on theinside, as if I was freed from it. Freed to try out new things. MaybeI'd decide to go back to being a male on the inside, or maybe I'd be afemale, or maybe I'd come to some kind of compromise. But all the thingsthat had been settled, if somewhat disappointed, in me about my genderidentity were very suddenly now all up in the air. I now know that I hadthings a lot better than everyone else. Of all the Colton Parktransitioners, I alone. He turned his horse around and sped off at a gallop. Never mind the dust he kicked up. The tension in the group had been high and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They continued across the street and walked down the boardwalk to the hotel. It was early, about seven o'clock but they decided to retire early and get a good start in the morning.Each family retired to their room and didn't come out until morning. They were waiting at the café door when it opened at six o'clock. They were the. "Bill," replied the man who was seated across the other side of the desk. He was still quite nervous about all of this, despite the pleasant demeanorof the office personnel."Your last name, sir?" prompted the lady, a little annoyed by theincompleteness of the response."Oh. I'm sorry. I'm sort of distracted . . . you know? It's Evans. William Evans." Mr. Evans. There is no reason to be nervous," the woman tried to allayhis anxiety. "We here at Ye Olde Body Shoppe have been doingsuccessful.