"The couple gratefully lowered their hands, and the man said to me, "Thank you, Mister. There is no question but what you saved our lives. We are eter...ally grateful. What is your name, and how can we reward you?"It turned out that the couple were fairly old, 45 at least. The woman, especially, was showing signs of her age. I said, "Most people call me The Twin Oaks Kid. I do not need no reward. I was just doing my Christian Duty."The old man said, "Well, Sir, my name is Dudley Forester, and I. She then hands me her computer with the photo displayed. She asks me to describe the photo, what activity may have happened to lead up to the action captured on the screen, generally make up a story to fit it. Then she orders me to jack off for her while I stare at the photo. As I stroke my cock, she stands behind me and whispers in my ear, things like "such a little dicklet you have" "your hand is so gay, it loves your little dickie" "isn't that a nice, big, hard cock in that picture", things. "Don't worry, I won't," I answered. I too could see the scandal this would cause if she knew. I can't remember how we were able to get rid of the awkwardness of the situation, but after a moment we were sitting at the kitchen table and talked calmly about the whole thing.Alex told me he had always felt more like a girl than a boy. He said he had tried his mother's clothes already when he was just a kid, but nowadays he had felt more and more the need to wear them. He told me he felt more. All she can muster up to say is, “Aahh.” My shaft throbbed once inside her. I was so horny that I started grunting with each thrust. I started giving big thrusts. She was just moaning louder and louder.I put my hand forward and tore open her white satin blouse. She was just shocked and said ‘Huh?’ and smiled. I unhooked her red lacy bra and started squeezing her boobs really hard. She started screaming “Harder bachcha, harder!” I was increasing my pace with every thrust.The whole cabinet.