They were questions about if I had ever had sex with a girl? With a boy? How often I jacked off? Was I really a fag? Or did I just look that way? A fe... comments about things. I dressed like I was wearing my sisters clothes - did I try on her skirts? My lips looked ideal to suck cock, had I ever done that? When I said no about being gay, sucking cock, or dressing in girls clothes he said "Well, maybe you ought to! At least then you wouldn't be a walking lie!" All of this I just answered and. One day, the crofter came, but he wasn’t alone, this time he brought his wife, a terrifying looking woman, whose face reminded him of the pony’s backsides as they cantered away from him. As the crofter spread his arms wide, her face split into a Cheshire cat smile, displaying at least three good teeth and miles of gum. Her two meaty hands dived into the butchers’ apron, tied about her considerable girth. He would have gulped if he had been able to when she about-faced and squatted down on the. It was not easy to extricate himself from that infernal turtle neck, but, he managed and was at once ready.His mount was quick as if they’d coupled before. She gave him room, her long legs opening to allow him to come close. The scent of the Old Spice wafted thru reminding her of her father.“You’re so warm.” Him.“I want to be warm for you. And ready.” Her.He felt his essence begin to elevate, even threaten expulsion.“Uh, oh.” To himself.He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had relations with. And then she went over the diseases I had picked up. Thankfully, almost all of them cleared up with the strong antibiotic treatment they had put me on. I was off of most of them by now but still took a few.We then went over future treatment. They agreed to keep me there another two months, as a form of a transitional arrangement. But after that I would need to find a new home. My mom held my hand and said they were still working on things. And I told them I was scared, that I still did not feel.