I had enough already. I got up and asked Jen if there was a problem. This asshole's grin changed very quickly, and he started asking for a single room...for the night when he saw who I was. Jen took his money and gave him his room key.He got ready to leave when I spoke up. "Sam, isn't it? The next time you come to my motel and talk to my girlfriend like that again, I'll knock every one of your fucking teeth down your fucking throat. Do you understand me?" Yes Jarrod, I'm sorry, it will never. I’m going to try and get this thing out of me," and started to lift herself up onto her knees and attempted to slide forward. But to our surprise, when all but the last inch of me was out of her, the truck made a sudden sharp turn and her knees slipped and she fell flat upon me. Then there was a large bump and she was thrown hard backwards this time burying me in her to the hilt. As the ride got bumpier, I realized that we were driving down railroad tracks and she was being rocked on my. "You look lovely, Melissa. Your father is going to be very impressed." My father was going to be ashamed to have me as a son. Or daughter, or whatever I was. And I had to tell him it was my idea to dress like a girl. I was going to go crazy if I kept having to do this any longer. I kept telling myself that it could be worse. At least I got to wear boy clothes to school, even if she did make me wear a girdle sometimes, when I didn't have gym. And no one from school had ever found out about. .she thought about it against her ass cheeks...she thought about my crude comments and how it felt with her wet pussy pressed against me and her hard nipples pressed against me...she thought about the vibrations of the bike and my comments about making her cum on the motorcycle with my fingers as we rode if she was Ray's wife and she moaned, cried out and cum from her masturbation in the bathtub. She slowly got out in a few minutes, dried off and walked naked into the bedroom. She was home.