High years. The second is that onething that I do remember ever since I was about five years old is that Ihave the mind and soul of a female but the b...dy of a male.How all of my troubles started was that one day when I was five I was inthe playroom of my Aunt's house while there on a visit. I was in theplayroom and got into the most girly thing that I could find. A TUTU. WhenI turned around I saw my Mother's face looking in the window of theplayroom door. I never will forget the reaction that I. The pilot was in such a hurry that before I was in and buckled down, we were off.Jack had coached me well in other lives. All the way to our destination I kept my mouth shut and eyes open. My companions on the trip looked like they were in no mood for conversation, and their reticence suited me just fine. I did think it was odd that a chopper passed us heading in toward the house as we climbed out and turned away.Our pilot flew along, hugging the tree line for a very long while. We never did. Don’t you dare stop.”Then I descended into pleasure waves that clouded out words and obliterated any thoughts in my head except for my body being centered on my clit.We ended up snuggle cuddling under the afternoon sun, for a few minutes. We were relaxed and girly glowing. Preserving memory.We leisurely redressed with a couple of tender kisses. Then we started to make our way back down to the beach and head back to the camping site. As a pair we only gave a casual glance back at the ruins.“Jaz. “I can’t wait to fill your other end with my hot spunk,” he whispered as he began to stroke his still semi-hard dick.Holy shit, I thought, a sudden flash of fear pulsing through my mind. I was head over fucking heals in love with Jake’s big cock, but no way in hell I could handle that big fucker up my ass. He would split me in two, causing irreparable damage.“Umm, I, well, yeaaaa, you see….” I stuttered, unable to broach the topic of his butt weapon.“Don’t be a sissy,” Jake snapped, slapping my.