...She has a cock. A long thick seven inch cut cock. Only her parents and a few doctors know about that, she has lived her whole life as a woman. S...e has the only cock I have ever sucked, fucked or played with. I do not consider myself gay or bi, except for her. I would do anything to please her ever since the first time we had sex.She pressed her feet together and began jerking me off.“you are late, I almost started with out you.”“well you know I have obligations.”“here I am sitting here. ” As his fingers gently probed my smooth shaven lips, his other hand snuck under my bikini top, rolling my nipple between his fingers, making it hard. I was getting so wet I could feel my shorts soaking through. I knew if he did not stop, I soon would be unable to stay quiet as I was already squirming and whimpering as my orgasm began to build. I grabbed the hand that was teasing my nipple and caught his eye. “We . . . have . . . stop . . .” I said breathlessly. “Later.” He removed his hands. I was hoping that I would come to another road soon, or perhaps the cornfield would empty out near a house where I could try and scrounge up something to eat. Suddenly, I found myself upon a path meandering in the middle of the field! It was several feet wide and thick with ankle-deep grass. I carefully looked both ways before I pushed the bicycle into the lane. I could travel in either of the two ways; one would lead me back toward the road... the other in the opposite direction. I had no. She showed him into a small interview room, where he edgily moved around until a harassed-looking doctor entered."Won't you sit, Mr. Sanderson?"Jack perched on the edge of a chair and the doctor almost fell into another."Mr. Sanderson, I'm very sorry, but your wife has died. We did everything we could, but we were just too late..." he continued talking, quietly, but Jack heard nothing after 'has died'.The words, meaningless, flowed over him."Can I see her?" He interrupted the flow.The doctor.