Myrick, as I would come to know, worked at the nursery. The farm and nursery were owned by his older brother. It was instantly apparent that Myrick wa... not the fastest fox in the forest. He was lanky, stood at least six-feet-four-inches tall, and had a really dopey expression with big bovine eyes. He had large wingnut ears and his teeth were a challenge for any orthodontist. For some peculiar reason, however, despite all his flaws he had the most likable boyish face. His hands and feet were. The walls of brick and mortar, once strong, seemingly unconquerable, come crumbling down. All the fears, the hesitations are gone and all that is left is you and I being whisked away to a magical land of lust. We are in Oz now. You lift me up and carry me to the master bedroom. A grand spectacle of big bright windows, armoires, a long glossy dresser of oak. Behind the dresser is a massive dressing mirror, in front a red velvet covered chair of deep oak. The bed. The centerpiece of the flower. ." He groans, "You want daddy's cum down your throat, baby?"She softly moans, confirming as she looks up at him, his throbbing black cock dangling over her face. She eagerly sucks on his nuts as he begins to jack his cock over her pretty little face. "Here it come." He groans softly under his breath, feeling like he's about to erupt. "Aaahhh!" He breathes harder as she eagerly opens her mouth up at him. He grips his cock and points it into her mouth as she moans softly, so eager to receive his. My hair had been styled in a "page boy," whatever that is. For the record, my hair was brown. Unless you were close enough and looked at my crotch you might not notice that I was a boy. Primary sexual characteristics are not all that noticeable in the young and my unisex haircut did make me look feminine. Looking at myself in a mirror or on a video display, my little boy package just wasn't obvious. Calling me "she" was appropriate enough."Nolan, what's a special security officer do?" Matilda.