My life asI knew it would be over. I resolved to explain to Tracy that it wasplaying with fire to have me dress like a girl, and surely she wouldagree...with me that I could just as well be her bitch whether I wasdressed as a girl or not. Tracy had already shown me that she couldlisten to reason, as when she agreed to not make me wear a leash untilwe were in the park during our excursions. Hopefully, this was no bigdeal to Tracy in view of the event with her mom, and if by some chanceshe insisted. ” “Only if you make it that way. Loving is special. Fucking is just sex. It’s all just a question of attitude.” “What about the other stuff?” “What other stuff?” “I suck your cock because I love you.” “You don’t do it because you like it?” “Well, sure, but…” “So try it. If you don’t like doing it, don’t.” “Isn’t there anything special, just for us?” “Of course. Everything between us is special. The connection between us is special. The love we have for one another is special. When we make love,. I open it and find some lube. I ask if she's been fucked in the ass before. She says no so be gentle. I apply lube to my cock and move her so she's bent over the edge of the bed.I spread her asscheeks wide and slowly make my way inside her anus. She squeals. She wasn't lying, her asshole is tight. I thrust slowly as she clutches the bed sheets. I ask if she's enjoying it. She grunts. I ask again, and she says wants me to fuck her harder up the ass. I oblige, ramming my cock into her anus. It's. We don’t want all this mess in the shower.”“Smart girl,” I said.Like I said, we’re private. The house is well back from the road, invisible due to the dogleg I put in the driveway, and we’re in the back of the house. You can’t see the neighbors in any direction.Easy. Pile of clothes. Garden hose. Cold water, but it’s welcome, sluicing off the sweat and the dirt with the enthusiastic help of an interested helper. Then we go inside and shower.When we ease together gingerly on the sofa, I can feel.