We sat down at the kitchen table eating and talking, and it was sometime later when I said, “Well I best be going.” We both stood up and he hugged...me, pulling me in very close and couldn’t seem to be able to let go of me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, being in his strong but gentle arms.I looked up into those big, sad but wishful eyes of his and somehow knew in the back of my mind that he really wanted so much more from me than just someone to chat to or a female just hugging him. So I. I was scared you would be, you know? But you still have it wrongthough.I don't pretend to be a girl, ever -- ever, Michael. I am one, and alwayswas. C? I know that. I know it now a lot!!!If you don't believe in that, I guess it is Ok, and you can just pretendthat I'm pretending, I guess. That's alright and lots better than tellingme I'm not. But can you tell me if you're only pretending, or if you knowthe truth? OK?And see, I don't really know how it all happened, Mike, at all really.But out. And then I just removed my tee! And then I was still using 3 fingers to finger her pussy, she told me to please stop that this was wrong, she told me that what I was doing was called incest and was wrong. I asked her how it could be wrong if we are both enjoying it as much as we are right now. I told her that if she wasn’t enjoying what I was doing to her in the least to say so and I would stop. She told me that I knew she couldn’t do that and that I knew she was enjoying it.I continued to. "You know there's more than just up front here, right?" He began."What do you mean?" I had to ask, my curiosity spiked."There's a back room we can use if anyone wants to..." he trailed off, and turned a door behind the cashier's desk."I'm guessing we can have some fun in that room?" I asked, really wondering if it was like some porno's I watched, and at the mere thought, I was starting to get even hornier than when I first entered."If you want, we can have as much fun back there as you want,".