When I say disengaged, I mean that we were running our ass off to keep from getting bayoneted by one of the German-speaking Hessians with their God-aw...ul tight discipline and a one track mind on following orders no matter what.The simple truth of the matter was that they had more in common with us American Patriots than with the King-ruled redcoats that looked down their noses at them even though they were much more effective than the regular British enlisted troops. A lot was made over the. I pray that he won’t stop. Oh God, I want to get rammed….hard!I started tearing her clothes off without hesitation.As she started to loudly squeal, “Shut up!” I yelled.“You hot little babe, I bet you’re so wet down there!”I threw her on the bed, and she tried to escape;But I arrested her with true masculinity and fortitude,Finally ripping her panties off with my teeth.“Look at me this instant, and tell me I’m hot!“Yeah, you better say how colossal my sword is!”Grabbing her by her hair with both. He pushed into my dry pussy, made a couple thrust and it was over. In a matter of seconds he pushed into me and came. I spent the next couple waiting for him to call me and he never did. So my first and only experience with sex sucked. When I turned eighteen I got a job at the nursing home down a few blocks from my house. I was almost done with high school and this job paid well and it beat flipping burgers. The third week I was there, one of the nurses called in sick so I got to do some. I wondered if I had grown tired of all girlsor was no longer straight. Part of me wondered if all the changes Ihad done to myself had registered in my brain so that it stoppedwanting what it could no longer have. To be honest with myself, I wasin no position to get a girl anymore. Maybe, I was just accepting it.I was hardly attracted to men, however. A part of me was curious. Itwas a small part. Part of my fantasies really. I thought it wasanyway. I didn't know if I was gay, turning gay, had.