I lubed up with some spit and slowly I worked my way in and out of her ass until I was almost at full stroke. Then I opened my eyes. She had grabbed o...to this metal pole and had her face pressed up against the fence sideways with her mouth open in an “O”. She was just so fucking pretty like that in the moonlight that I descended my mouth upon hers for a deep french kiss her while still fucking her at the same time. I increased my stroke rhythm and depth until I was literally pounding out her. With the months that had passed, I no longer had to clean and dress my Dads wounds. The bandages on his chest were no longer necessary, though he still suffered from pain. It felt like we had drifted apart during these long months. With no chance for intimacy, physical or verbal, I felt like we drifted away from one another. I told him this, during one of our few private moments, and begged of him to move us to the cabin. I think he saw the desperation in me, as I could see the hardness of. Tonight we talked about it on msn and where to get one, she said it was inboots and stuff, I wanted her to get me one and she said y not I get one,I said ti wud be embarrassing, kristy said it wasn't as embarrassing asthe time she made her dad buy sanitary towels for her. I said he shouldbuy a few for me aswell.I think about 7 ppl know what si happening to me, slowly turning female,but kristy's mum knows aswell, I ddint mean for her to know but she is atherapist and could help sometime, she. But the things she made me start thinking and talking about quickly had me feeling shaky again. The way she explained it was that I’d built my house upon the sand, and if I wanted my house to be strong I needed to rebuild on the rock. So we drilled down to my foundation of insecurities, talking about my anger toward the drunk driver that had crashed into my parents’ car, bitterness to my old friend Luke because he still had his parents, feelings of inadequacy over protecting Caity and fears of.