I had never been with a woman before. This was different, softer almost. Still lying there on the bench, she leaves my lips to travel along my body. S...e kneels between my legs and looks at me. She reaches up and takes a clothed breast in one hand, and fondles and presses til I sigh. My eyes kept closed, she told me to keep them shut, so I could feel it all she said. And I did. She takes her hand back down and draws me closer to her so I sit almost on the edge of the bench. I had a shirt on,. Luckily, I got away with itmost of the time but I was found of course and even found dressed on acouple of occasions. My Mum coined a term for it. She called it playingsilly seasons.As I grew up, I found that this little hobby was no more than that. Itdidn't mean I was gay, which was another misconception and it didn't meanI wanted to become a women. Though there were persons of both sexes thatfelt they had been born in the wrong body, an issue that was corrected byhormonal treatment and. The truth was there was something so damn sexy about Shari’s legs and feet that I was already on the verge of ejaculation. “In fact, I’m about to cum right now.” That just spurred Shari on and she masterfully stroked my dick as fast as her little hand could fly up and down my full length. The inevitable happened. My first cum shot exploded out of the tip of my prick and shot a good four or five feet across the floor. Fortunately the room we were in was not carpeted and had wooden floors. The. The day I had found it I looked into it and saw me look older than I was. But this time, although muddy and brown, I looked younger, and especially happy.I undressed quickly, not bothering to look around as I did when I first came here, throwing my clothes all around me. I did not search for any intruders, but I gathered that since there was nobody there now, and I had never seen any soldiers with wet hair in the camp, nobody except me knew about the dam. I was wrong.I threw myself into the.