Of course I couldn’t tell her what I was doing and, no, I didn’t have a date. She said she hadn’t had a date also and said weekends were so bori...g. I just took it as office banter. Later in morning Mrs Walden called me into her office. “Saturday was so wild” she said “our guest was glowing when she left. You outdid yourself honey”. I smiled “well I enjoyed it too” I said “I hope she comes again”. Mrs Walden continued “the place I got Goldie from has rung me and we talked. The man in charge,. Needless to say I got very little sleep that night. In the morning we washed up in the small bath and joined the Spades for the first warm breakfast we'd had in months. Although I now hated and feared my unwanted disguise I was trapped being a girl. There was no way I could suddenly tell the Spade's I was really a boy. They'd be so shocked they'd probably turn us into the authorities. I vowed to never again let myself be mistaken for a girl once we left the Spades. As we ate they tried to. He wanted more of my time, so we made a trade. Marta and I stayed with him for 6 months while he taught me what he could and learned what he could from me. During this period he studied me intently, like me he needed only four hours of sleep a night. I held nothing back, although we agreed to leave unspoken some details, especially the “defining” event of killing my motherÔs rapist.Because he kept his part of the bargain, did not offer any advice, and swore to keep what he knew of me a secret,. Listen to her moan. I want to pull my pants off, just slip my hardness inside her. All the way in! Grab her by the waist and thrust, thrust, thrust! No holding back! In and out, deeper, deeper, harder, faster! Explode inside her, fuck yeah!!! As I’m fantasizing I’m realizing I’ve unconsciously tightened my arm around her breasts. They’re pushing against it. So perky! So full! My other arm has unwillingly tightened as well against her belly, pushing her ass and pussy towards me. I feel her butt.