"Oh honey, you are going to make me cum," I groaned to her as she began to move her hand faster on my cock. She cried out to me as I warned her of my ...limax, and her hand gripped me tighter. We began to rock together, her hand sliding up and down my cock, her pussy pressing into my ass, and my body pressing back into her and fucking her hand as my orgasm neared."Yes daddy....do it for me....make me your girl," she begged as my body tensed and her hand raced along my cock. She was pounding my. Her therapist strongly urged Sara to join some transgender support groups, saying it would be a safe place for her to reach out and make friends, friends who obviously would understand how she felt. Sara acknowledged her therapist's suggestion, but never sought out friendship through any of the groups. She had acquaintances through work and school but the only two FRIENDS she had were thousands of miles away in Canada.There were times though when she would get so lonely that she'd be tempted. “I honestly don’t know what would happen.”Just at that moment, two big powerful looking menemerged from the woods. They carried rifles and lookedlike lumberjacks. One man was bearded, wearing a redflannel shirt. The other man was clean-shaven, wearinga blue sweatshirt that highlighted his sparkling blueeyes. They were both muscular and stood well over six-foot-six.“Oh, sorry,” said the blue-eyed man when he saw thewomen. “We didn’t know anyone was. Quinn stood next to her with a large wrench in one hand, three lengths of pipe cradled in the other, and a satchel hanging from his shoulder.“What are you doing?” Bella asked.“Trying to find the right pipe,” Jack said. “I think I have it. Can you take that stuff from Quinn?”“You’re adding more pipes?” Bella asked. Quinn passed her the three pipes and the satchel. They were all surprisingly heavy.“Do you know how a water pump works?” Jack asked.“No. Well, sort of. Will has one in the lighthouse..