Her body, her whole being blossomed under his touch, pussy leaking moisture down her thighs. Hours of tease—the cunning work of his fingers and his ...ips and his tongue—had brought her here, to the place where he could have his fucking way and she would gladly let him have it.“Take me, do it …”“Since when did you have any say?” His lips brushed her neck, fingers tracing circles on her areolae.“Please, I want you inside me.”“And you’ll have your wish … when I’m ready.” His right hand left her. But, a few girlsbecome boys." Okay." Are you willing to give up your past?" Give up my past?" Yes. When I help you change, your past will change. Your past life willno longer exist, it will be like you were born a girl, grew up a girl,and everyone will remember you only as a girl. Even your parents willremember that you were a girl. To begin with you will remember your past,but in a short time all you will remember is being a girl." That doesn't sound like anything that I've read about the. He looked at Dawn, then back to me. Our eyes locked and I knew that he saw something that he really didn't like. He immediately turned on his heels and proceeded to gather Dawn's supplies. He quickly brought them down to me and I asked him to put them into my canoe. When he turned to leave, I stopped him. I informed him that he was never to speak to, or have anything to do with Dawn again. He then turned and headed up to his campsite.I turned and climbed into the canoe, where Dawn was patiently. He was at least 9” if not bigger. I kept telling myself I was not gay and I wasn’t going to do this. And I felt my tongue come out and he was running his cock over my tongue. He said, “That’s it. Kiss it.” He moved forward and the head of his cock went into my mouth. My mind was going what the fuck am I doing? But my mouth was taking more of his cock. He said, “Suck that black cock white boy. You white boys love black cock. Come on faggot take more.”I wanted to shout, I am not a faggot.