" When puberty hit, I shot up and could no longer pretend because my voicegrew too deep. But about that time, I met my wife Ruth and we fell inlove." ...he accepted my wish to dress as a girl and let me dress as my girl selfBecca when we were in her Dad's old tool shed. He never caught medressing and thought that Becca was Ruth's school friend." Ruth and I married and I gave her a good home and sons and daughters tolove. But now my children and grandchildren are moved away and I justcame from. "Shhh, the trick is to remain silent, Miss Hastings." I started to wonder what I had gotten myself into, sex with a lecturer, in public; but hearing him use my name like that made me extremely horny. He pulled on my long, blonde ponytail and nibbled my ear, kissing and biting down my neck and collar bone. One hand trailed back up my skirt past my thigh high socks and up to my white lacy panties. "Tsk tsk, I warned you no under garments," he growled angrily. "I don't care if the skirt was too. I sank to the hilt in one quick, squishy movement. That brought a loud gasp from her as she arched her back and pressed her breasts tighter against my chest. “God, yes, Steve. Take me. Take me fast.” I pulled back until just the head remained, then drove back down into her. She squealed and wrapped her legs around me. OK, this was not “making love”. We were rutting for release. I began hammering her like a piledriver, feeling her juices drenching our pubic hair and my balls. Every slam. They were so taut, so sensitive. Event the light brush from a bed sheet was enough to make her whimper in pain. Having to keep her legs folded all the time was producing severe cramps in her muscles and her lower back was aching. There was no way she could stretch her legs though.She urinated once again and then took a bath in her private jacuzzi. This relaxed her a little. Drying herself afterwards proved difficult though. She had to pull the towel onto the floor and roll against it. Her.