I had said nothing but taken his blood, finally being able to quell my hunger. Another had tried brandishing a knife on me as I speared his shoulder w...th my fangs. He had sliced my skin, but that would heal shortly.My fangs dripped blood. I did not want Grace to see me like this. I picked her up in my arms and cradled her to me tightly."I was so frightened Angel. How did you find me so quickly?" she asked kissing my exposed shoulder, her tears burning my pale skin.I hushed her softly, keeping. He carrased me from my knee to the bottom of my swim trunks.My tiny cock was hard so was his.He jumped in the pool so did I.We were very close to each other in the pool.He was behind me and I felt his cock pressing my lower back through his swim trunks. I considered myself a bisexual or any sexual. He massaged my shoulders .Nothing happened but I went home for supper and told my Mom."Jaimie. I don't think Mr. Wilk is gay.He is very friendly. I think he has a crush on you" I blushed but my tiny. How good it felt sliding down my throat. How much I enjoyed doingit.As a 16 year old boy, I saw girls as sex objects. As a 16 year old girl, Iloved being a sex object. The pleasure I got from providing for his sexualneeds was incredible. I couldn't believe girls got to do this all the time.I sucked his cock in long slow deliberate strokes while watching his facethe whole time. It slid down my throat like a snake in it's hole. His ballsfelt so good against my chin and his cock tasted so good. It. I knew then that I had to come to her, emotionally naked, be myself and hopefully be loved for who I was not the illusions I created.The joyful insights I got from America’s greatest realist painter that day, were my route map. 'Be me' the directions screamed. For it is better to have the real you loved and lost than to have someone as precious as Annie fall out of love with an illusion. And now that I knew that I should do what I have always wanted to do. Love my woman.Rolling Annie onto her.