He was only wearing shorts. he was a little dirty, and the soles of his feet were black. I knew instantly he was like me, and was a closet case nudist..."Yeah, its great" I replied back, still feeling unsure of his intentions."This is my favorite place to do exactly that. The mud here is always so perfect" he walked up towards me. "Mind if I join you?" Please do" I said, getting excited. My mind started to race as he sliped his shorts down, and kicked them off. He had such a perfect body, and his. Was he right? Had these clothes really changed me that much? My real self surely would not care if he talked to me like that. The thoughts made me even more confused, and I began to sob again. My life was a mess. I desperately wanted to be like one of those happy girls walking home under their boyfriend’s arm, but I was a boy. It was only some stupid clothes. Though a boy would never prance around and act as stupid as this. Did that mean I was a girl? At that point I felt like neither. Why. ''''no no dont suck just kiss it, here like this here kiss the cock, keep holding it up like that and kiss it''he made me kiss it , going up and down his big hands controlling my head , kissing his fat cock i keep in my small white handsI dont know why i just listen to him telling me exactly how to behavemaking me kiss his nice veiny cock''you are cute, let me get your thing''i was wondering what he was talking aboutbefore he walk back in the living room a cute pink pair of undie for me out of. How she loved to fuck and play games. She had a figure that look just as good naked as dressed and not many girls could say that. Oh and how she loved to be naked, exposed, blindfolded and shackled."God I love you," she sighed as I thrust between her slim thighs."You don't know who I am," I said in a deep voice."Just because I can't see you, doesn't mean I don't know the feel of your cock," she giggled.Her hands were strapped to the bedpost and a blindfold covered her eyes."Just suppose I pick.