..? I wished to stay as I was. If I hadproof that the girl's soul wasn't suffering I would be happy to be inthis body. Since I was a little boy I saw ...yself as a girl. Fiftyyears ago anyone different from others was a pervert. And not only inthe one-sixth part of the world where I lived. I was stuck where I wasand I didn't plan to live long. After I graduated the university I wasdrafted and went to Afghanistan. I saw the war as an opportunity toend my life. I didn't succeed but was rather. I straightened myself up a little, grabbed my cock and gently yanked it making it rock hard again. I guided it to the opening of her pussy and with a swift motion vanished inside her. She squelched and opened her eyes wide with a sharp gasp. This is exactly the kind of lube my cock needed if it was to make it into her tiny bum hole. “NOW can I cum where I like?!” I asked.“Sure…” she said. So I pulled my cock out and rubbed it on her bum hole. I tried to apply saliva and mixed it with her own. The next night after college and in Sarah's company I spoke with Bertie on her phone, he has a lovely speaking voice, one which I could easily listen to all day, very charming and friendly he expressed great interest in us meeting and reassured me there was no pressure for me to do anything I didn't want to do.After being very nervous about the call Bertie left me feeling calm and more confident."Oh Sarah, he sounds lovely so charming and polite"Sarah, putting her phone away, turned and smiled. I awoke much later to find her curled up on the floor besides my bed, wrapped in two bath towels. Over morning coffee she admitted she had needed company, comfort, but was frightened of striking me again, thus the bath towels and the carpet plan. We never shared a bed again, we did share an understanding, gradually Dee opened up to me and I learnt her story, along the way she turned my struggling newly opened gallery into a thriving success and accumulated a staggering number of sketches,.