Abby's urine stream stopped and she pushed Clive back onto the floor, his stiff penis stood up by itself. Abby moved down to him and straddled his hip...; she took hold of it and slowly eased herself down to fuck."Oh that's good, that's so good....I want this....I...deserve this....I'm a Goth...I wanted to wear black and red but tonight I've worn nothing but white."She started to move faster, really fucking now. Clive's face was a picture, all screwed up with pleasure; thinking shall I cum now?. She was suddenly coming, more intensely than I'd ever seen her or anyone else come in my whole life. Her voice was choked away and she simply clung to the sheets like she was caught in a hurricane. I could feel her entire body seize up. She shivered, tearing at the sheets and squealing like I was twisting a knife in her very soul.I was finally conquered myself. The climax came, overpowered us, drained us of our strength, and left us for dead. I collapsed onto her back, crushing her comfortably. That is, until they discovered my"little tiny" secret. They would then leave and say they would call. Butmost never did. The few that would call back, I later found out, were gayor bi and wanted me only because of what I happened to have between mylegs. They really didn't care about me as a person.I found that I wanted to be a woman so badly that one time I was talkinga walk in the park and heard a little boy crying. He had fallen down andskinned hi knee. My first impulse was to go to him, take. We lay a long time in all the ecstasy of enjoyment, but as their bodies at such a time became mere inert masses, I soon found them too much for me to support any longer. So giving them and myself a few minutes more of the delicious soaking we were so tranquility enjoying, I begged them to roll off. They did so, but by clever management, this was effected without unseating either of the pricks that were sheathed within her. By the frequent repetitions of these delightful encounters our passions.