The black hair and dark eyes were scary, but she smiled and said, “You’re Richard, aren’t you?” I think I said something like, “Yeth.” “...oes your mother know you are out in the street?” she asked. As best as I can recall, I made no reply. “Come along Richard,” she said, “we’d better take you back to mummy.” She took my hand in hers and it felt safe and strong. We walked back to my house and I was taken up to the front door. When my mother answered Mrs.Grace’s ring on the bell, I was admonished,. We kiss again as you wrap your legs around my body as i softly and gentley start making love to you. Kissing your lips, your neck and chest, you then put your arms around me and hold me closer, so we can feel our skin together, our breath on each others face and my cock deeper inside you. I then pull out and you get on top of me looking away from me, facing the lake at sun which is all most set behind it. You slowly go up and down, whilst massagaing your breasts. You then lie back so we can. A warm surge of sexual need took over my whole body as my mind ran through the possibilities. As she held her glass of wine, there was no wedding ring on her finger. The combination of her beauty and my stultified reaction to the beer made me linger for a second too long and once too often – she had noticed me. I could not tear my eyes away to see what would happen next. My heart began to pound harder as she looked towards me. She smiled in return and looked back to her friend, flicking her. The problem was, of course, that Charise had been a boy at thetime. An extremely pretty one, no argument there, but a boy nonetheless.And the world wasn't particularly kind to children of any description,especially those who yearned for something totally unacceptable.No matter, that was the past long buried if not forgotten. She'dweathered the storms of anger and prejudice for close on thirteen years,finally coming to accept herself, which was the only thing that trulymattered. It was probably.