He obviously thought the notion of ghosts was just as stupid as I did. Over the next four days we met every night at the spot we met. We talked about ...hings that we liked and about the stories that he wrote. He ever wrote me a poem about me. He mentioned how beautiful I was, and how much he wanted to kiss me. So that night I let him. At first I was shaking. I had never kissed a boy before, and he was more then just some boy. He was the most amazing boy I had ever met. After a moment that his. He would pull his cock out of me slowly and take a slow breath in, and then he would push back in with a heavy exhale, and once he got in as far as he could go and I could feel his cock head pushing against my insides he would hump me in short thrusts without really pulling back. I liked it a lot when he did that, I could still feel his cock moving inside me but I was sure that when he came it would be very deep in my pussy. He always finished with us in doggy style and his body draped over me.. I'm sorry, um... Bill," she stammered, reading his name off his card. "Let me get you a glass of water... I'll be right back."The waitress hurried back with a glass of water, which she put down in front of Bill."Have you decided what you are gonna have, Bill?" she asked in an almost sweet voice."Yeah, just a hamburger and some fries," replied Bill."How would you like that cooked?"Jake piped up, "You mean, cooking it is optional?"The waitress looked at Jake as if she had just seen him for the. That's before I realized it was wrong."Dr. Baxter pursed her lips. "Now, Gary. Tell me. What's so wrong?" I'm sorry?" On a grand scale, I mean. What's so inherently evil about putting on agarment that's cut is the shape of a dress instead of a pair of pants?"I thought about it. "Society," I said. "I don't want to be judged as ...one of them." Them?" You know. Trannies. Queers. Perverts." Oh, Gary, those are some harsh words," Dr. Baxter said. "But let me askyou. If you woke up tomorrow, and all.