I was wrong. My cold wet dick was sliding down the crack of her ass. After zipping the bag up, I pulled back to get my cock out of her ass crack and i... dropped between us. She giggled, some to try to lighten the mood, I guess."I'm sorry mom," I said softly. I was finally all the way in the bag but now my cock was pressed against the soft, firm left cheek of my mother's ass."Don't be silly. It's my own fault that my sleeping roll got washed away and who cares if we don't have clothes on. You. Then he slowly turned me around and said it was time for me to get fucked. I was all exited again and went into doggy with my ass up in the air.I shivered a bit when Sylvio started pushing his dick against my asshole, but he kept his promise and went very gently inside me. It hurt again a bit but this time I felt more joy than pain and a big groan escaped my mouth when I felt him gliding inside my ass as far as he could.He started to go back and forth slowly, allowing me to get used to the size. The mountains of California were nothing like the dirty coal mountains of Eastern Kentucky. These were tree-covered hills with clean clear air.Cy and Bruce were both near my age but a bit older. They both came from farm families and wanted to get away from the daylight to dark drudgery of farm work. I had done a little day labor during planting and harvesting seasons so I understood somewhat. I had once cut six acres of corn by hand using a corn machete. No way I wanted to repeat that.Arriving. I never wore them though. They did and, that was fine. Sexually, it worked until they started publishing TV/TS/Crossdresser Magazines. Wow, that turned the corner. Now I could were them and get pleasure looking at pictures of those like me and who took it further. Could I take it further? No. At least not yet. I would buy and hide Stockings and Magazines all the time through Strange Mail Order Companies. Then in my town, there were the clubs were crossdresser's frequented. How delightfully.