I'd read all those macho stories on the net and at times I felt the allure of them too, loading that gun and blowing the bitch and her new man out of ...heir shoes and life's. But hell, we had two kids together and she was still a better mom than me. I wasn't the mothering type, and the way I had grown up I didn't really felt like a role model for anyone. But it had still cost me my kid's, I couldn't be there as I had dreamt too, once, not in their normal daily life's. And that had been my. I have tried repeatedly in the past to banish my feminine persona,but it never ever worked, it always came back, and I always went furtherand further. Eventually I stoped resisting and now am embracing it, itseems too strong for my masculine persona to hold off. It just adds tothe confusing nature of my sexuality.This all flashes through your mind in a matter of moments, but you knowit is written all over your face. The shame and disgust, combined withpleasure and submission, with the added. We left in mid May heading up I‑75 through Atlanta through Chattanooga to Knoxville. We would continue to follow I‑75 north to Detroit. It would be a long haul of over seven hundred miles. From there, we would continue up I‑75 to Sault Ste Marie, which was another three hundred miles north. Once we were north of Ohio, we would be in new territory and in a more northern climate.We were in Kentucky when Bennie first heard it and then saw it. It was an airplane! Like idiots, we waved. We looked at. I start to roll on to my back as Olivia sits firmly on my face, I hold her tightly on me, until she cum’s again to my delight. With a slight firmness in her voice Olivia says “I need you to fuck me” the words them self sounded such a turn on to me, I reply still trying to keep my cool with something like “try and stop me” and with that moved herself and hovered over my dick and slowly slid down on it first just the head was covered by her moist hot entrance, then all the way down as we both.