When I knocked on the front door, I was met by an elderly woman. She was holding a gnarly wooden cane. She informed me that her husband had died and s...e was no longer able to care for the house and property. I learned that her kids were all too busy with their lives, and had arranged for her to go into an assisted living facility. She told me that she hated to leave her home, and all the memories. She acknowledged that she was scheduled to move to the facility, at the end of the month.I asked. I had known for a long time thatmy need to become a woman was tightly wrapped up with my male sex drive.I could, with sex or masturbation, sometimes lower my desire to become awoman for a little while. But as my drive returned so did my desire. Ifelt awful having to get a man's orgasm so often but enforced celibacywas even worse. It was an terrible roller coaster of a ride.Now, I suddenly felt less driven and more in control of my sexualenergy. I wouldn't say my sex drive disappeared, far. I watched as he pulled open his fly and extracted his semi erect cock. It was practically the size of my forearm and not even fully erect, my eyes gave away my lust and i reached out to hold it, stroking it firmly until it was rock hard. I knelt up on the sofa, sticking my ass up and lowered my head to his lap to take his cock in my watering mouth. I just managed to fit the head in and I could feel it throbbing and I wanked him with my hand. He ran his hand over my body and began to pull my. Without a thought, I accepted. I grabbed my bag. Maureen helped me gather what I needed, and here I was. The cicadas and animals were noisy around me. I knew from working at the camp that fox and coyotes, and bears were in this area. I just hoped they didn't come out. As I drank my coffee, I heard a noise. It sounded like breaking branches. I curled my knees up to my chest and sat still. After a few minutes, there was nothing but silence again. 'Come on, Rach, get a grip,' I told myself. 'There.