I don't know what reaction I expected, maybe for her to move my hand or tell me to stop. I hoped she wouldn't stop me. As a 17 year old, with a little...experience with girls, even getting to touch a girl in this way was a massive turn on.After a few minutes of me gently stroking the nape of her neck, up and down, up and down, the odd figure of eight I heard Sam let out a low moan.I loved the feeling of her soft hair on her neck and I could smell her perfume which was adding to the momentI kept. " Hah," I said, turning my back to him as I pulled down my pants and boxers."What do you mean," he asked.Throwing my pants and boxers into the crate, I turned to face him."Why do you wear boxers," he asked looking at the boxers in the crate rather than looking at me.Fuck it."My penis does not fit too well in a pair of panties." Your peni ... what?"He looked at my crotch."What the hell? You are a boy?"Fuck."Fuck, no," I practically shouted. "I'm not a boy, you fuck."I lifted my penis so he could. I could have been pushing the knife through the vacuum of space, or a pool of water. I said a prayer to the God I discovered in the forests of Alaska. I asked Him if I could see my family one more time before I died. I didn’t care if I died. I just wanted the opportunity to say thank you to them for being so wonderful to me, and goodbye, before he took me to His arms. I lived a life very few people get a chance to live, and I was very grateful for it. I lived a quiet life. I never harmed. I watched in the mirror as took the long dildo from her waist band and put it on the coffee table. She pulled her tights down, turning her back to the mirror so I got a good view of what she was about to do. I heard rather than saw her lube up the plug then watched as she reached behind and pushed the butt plug up her own bum. It took her a couple of attempts to get the angle right but eventually she got it right inside her and pulled her tights back up. ‘I see what you mean about it feeling.