Come on..." I got up off the couch and got behind him, grabbing my cock I slid right back into his asshole and I slapped his ass again before pounding...him from behind. "Yeah.... fuck me... fuck my ass..." he went on again as I looked down at his round ass, seeing my cock slide in and out of him between his tight ass cheeks. "Oh fuck.... " I said looking up and wiping sweat off my forehead. He looked back and ran his hands up and down my chest, "You're doing so good..." he said smiling. looking. For a homesteader it was suicidal. Still it was the only route up out of the valley and down into the foothills of western California and out of necessity people used it.The covered wagon had lost a wheel. The wheel had come off on the down slope side of the trail. The wagon had pitched towards the open precipice that was there. The only thing keeping the wagon from going over was the team of four mules still harnessed to it. The mules were standing as still as they could; given the situation. Once I caught him staring. And he smiled at me. I smiled back. While correcting my notebook I stood next to him. He lightly brushed my breasts. It was heaven. I smiled and went back.After a few minutes, he came and asked if I have any doubts. I told yes I have one. He said that “I am busy right now. Wait till I finish my work. Everyone left the class at 9. I was still waiting. He came to me and told me to sit down. I sat next to him on the sofa. He kept a hand on my thigh and gave me a gentle. I ended up doing a lot of waiting table.The whole thing about dressing as a girl had become fun, like I wasplaying a part in a movie. At no time did I think of myself as gay or atransvestite. I told myself that this was just a way of staying out ofsight. The makeup I'd bought and experimented with was also just part ofthe game. In the first few days I changed back into my boy clothes in theevening, but gradually those few items of clothing disappeared to theback of the wardrobe and I stayed 'in.