After a couple of minutes of finger fucking me, he pulled the fingers out, making me feel very empty and a dire desire to have them back. With his hus...y heavy sound, he asked me to open my mouth and pushed his finger in my mouth and ordered me to taste my own ass. I gagged on his fingers but soon they were well quoted with my saliva and he shoved them back in my asshole. Again he pumped the fingers in and out very rapidly and took them out again. Taking the chance, I moved my ass towards him. ”“Yes it is! You gave it to me!”I held out my hand for the medallion and checked it over, no sharp corners at all just a smooth surface.“Where are the bits that scratch you?” I asked.“Don’t know, but it gave me a rash!”“Show me.”“I’m not showing you my tits, you pervert!”“Then show Imelda and get it sorted and then I’ll take you out scouting,” I promised with a sinking feeling, seeing the triumphant grin on her face.I’m not sure what advice or treatment Imelda gave Jukar, but five minutes later. But it was the awkward boy/girl shy which was its own kind of excitement.I knew what he was thinking: “Here’s a pretty girl.” And I knew what I was thinking: “The two of us are all alone with only tiniest and most flimsy material separating his hands and maybe his penis from my body. I was hoping the wind would blow up my dress…let him get a look, go red in the face, reach for me, tell me I’m pretty (which of course I am) and I took his hand and said: “Let’s walk to the barn.” His hand was. .."Well you look great. Things are on track and it's really up to you,but you certainly could go with another series of hormone injectionslike before if you wanted."I looked blankly at Krystal and the store clerk. What? Dr. Hansen wasspeaking to me and asking if I wanted to get those damn shots in mychest again? I felt my head shaking 'No', but couldn't figure out whyI wasn't screamingat the top of my lungs, 'HELL NO! No more injections!' Why can't Ibreathe? I'm sweating? Movement, then.