I broke open the kiss and told her that we should go into the bedroom to which she said ok.Immediately I ran and switched off the tv rushed to the bed...oom closed all the windows and pulled her to bed.She then started kissing me wildly at that time I realized that she also wanted the same. I then unzipped her skirt from the back and her boobs just bounced out in red bra looking at her boobs I was numbed and had no word to say. She looked at me and asked what was I looking at. I replied I have. By now my count must have been in the thousands. She let go and I went faster.The storm had blown through, the full moon now cast a bright silver light. I could see her nipples were hard, breasts and face red… even the tips of her ears. Her chest was beginning to heave, her mouth was wide open, and her eyes now closed. A few more quick strokes and her fingernails dug into my biceps. She pulled me even closer and… “Oh… oh… oh… ahhhhh.” Such a sweet and slow orgasm, so quiet and somehow so. The weekend was here. This would be my last weekend inmy house. Next weekend, the Stewarts would be moving in, and I would gostay with Mandy. I had no plans for the weekend. Normally, at leastlately, I'd be at Grace's, but this 'agreed upon' separation before ourwedding nixed that arrangement. She would probably be out partying withher friends. I'd be home alone. Needless to say, I was feeling low.Nonetheless, I got up, got dressed in work clothes, and went back to workpacking. I heard. Despite the nagging voice atthe back of his head, telling him he should, he felt no attraction; itwas his body. Then, unflinchingly, he addressed the girl in themirror."So, this is what I look like. I can't say I'm happy, and I know I'llprobably always feel like a stranger in this body but... this is who Iam. I could go through some more surgery, I suppose, but I'll neverbe a man again, will I? And even if I can, I'll never be the man Ishould have been." Mark wiped away some dirt from her.