.. right?" Yeah. It sure beats the hell out of jacking off!" I would imagine so. There are better feelings, you know. Jacking off is the least of thos...." I know. But fucking isn't nearly as good as killing. Its okay, don't get me wrong. But nowhere near as good." I can show you something that feels better, a thousand times better. If you'd like." Nah, thanks anyway. My uncle warned me about you. I shouldn't even be talking to you. He said just get in, kill you and everyone in the house and get. And I instantly flash back to the last time we were together in the back room of Tractor Supply Co. My favorite nights are those when Blake closes the store alone. It’s ten o’clock on a Saturday night and I’m in the passenger seat of Kristina’s truck. She never has a problem driving me so I can go hook up, she enjoys it actually. When I get there Blake is at the door. He lets me in, and as soon as we’re away from the glass we run to the back room. He barely gets the door shut before I start. " You retrieve your purse and take out a small bottle of lube. You apply it to my cock and position it at the opening of your pussy with one hand and light a cigarette with the other. "Get ready Dave." You start pushing down onto my cock. I place my hands on your hips but you shake your head no. You move them to your breasts and hold them there. I understand that you want to control the pace. Looking up at you while rolling your nipples I see you close your eyes and tilt your head back. You. ..... wrong? All I felt was, well, not disgusted butI just had to take everything off. I know this may seem completelybazaar but it was almost as if I always have feminine hormones runningthrough my veins making me feel and want what I always seem to havewanted, to be more feminine but as soon as I have that "personalrelease"! It's as if any femininity and all of those wonderful oestrogenhormones are flushed from my system and replaced with robust and ragingtestosterone!? Pushing any wanting.