He pulls away, kissing me fully on the lips. He moved too quickly for me to prepare for his hard thrust into me. I dig my fingers into the palm of my ...and, staring wide-eyed into the back of the blindfold. He thrusts again, gently, sweeter. He kisses my neck and begins to follow a slow rhythm of thrusting and soft bites on my neck.He begins to moan, his hands on either side of my head. He thrusts harder, pulling his face away from my neck. The feeling of his cock moving in and out of me drives. I learned how to match my accessories to my clothing. Momgave me a purse when I turned thirteen. By then, no one who didn't knowTim would guess that Tabitha was not born a girl.Chapter ThreeUnder no circumstances will I discuss my accident. Greg wants me to, buthe knows that when I put my foot down, I mean it. All I will say is thatI like to wear the long gloves partly because they cover my scars. Thesight of the scars still makes me feel all of the pain I had for daysafter the fall. The memory. He pressed along my ribs then moved slowly down. His fingers were over the top of my panties and in the middle of my abdomen when I said."That's it. That's the place." Here?" He pressed again."Yes." Not here?" He pressed to the right."No." Or here?" He pressed to the left."No." Or here?" He pressed below."Yes. There too." Uh, huh. Are you a virgin?"I blushed deep red. What a question."I'm a doctor," he said commandingly. "I need to ask these sorts of questions if I'm to find out what's causing. At Red's suggestion, Craig took up her pose with his hands over his head clutching the pole. She slid her hands up and down his sides, then knelt between his thighs and ovaled her lips around him. "Oh god..." he moaned, as her face bobbed forward and back, her nails plucking at his ass. It was all too fast and too much, and Red pulled back just as his cock erupted, spewing cum over her breasts, her face, her stomach.She smeared it all around, including down between her thighs, and laid Craig.