I fucked my first girl before I could cum even. When we came to the US, my parents took me to a Catholic church. I was an altar boy. I got jealous whe... I found out the priest was touching other boys. I made him fuck me! I told all the Fathers that if they touched any of the other boys, I'd tell the whole congregation." He smiled sadly. "For most boys, that memory would fill them with shame. For me, it was the happiest time of my life."I glanced around us; the crowd had thinned but this still. The problem has been that I wanted to do more for him sometimes." Whoa! How much more?" Not that much. I just keep thinking how much he'd be blown away if I did to him what I did to you on that blanket." Good grief," he groaned."I blame that on you, by the way. I can't describe how much I loved doing that for you. But that was before we did this. I was lonely and horny, and now I'm looking forward to being neither. I'm sure those thoughts have been banished to the mists of lust." I hope so," he. He pulled the waistband over his hips and cheeked himself in the large mirror by the wardrobe. He turned a few times and saw how shapely his legs looked and noticed how much better they will be in high heels. He put on the bra and used some of the stockings from the draw to give him a nice feminine shape. It wasn't perfect but good enough to pass he thought. He then went to explore the depths of the wardrobe and found an assortment of things he would love to wear. It then occurred to him that. It looked as though it had set in to rain for a while. I had read that Arizona was a very dry state so I was more than a little surprised. Not to mention pissed at myself for not checking the weather before I checked into a campground rather than a motel.Still the experience of the night before might be worth a little discomfort. I sat on the table sipping my coffee while I pulled up the local weather on my smart phone. It appeared that it was going to rain all day but be clear and hot the next.