New surroundings would bring new opportunities, and almost any change would be to her benefit.She could last another day at least. One more day, take ...verything a day at a time, just like her grandfather had taught her. Eventually she was able to sleep again, dreaming this time of him and the stories he'd told her as a child.By the time he kicked her awake, her headache was almost gone, but she was cold and stiff. He didn't look good, probably he'd drunk more after she'd passed out. He stared. After a few hours of rest with her naked body right there next to me I began to get hard again. My hard on was pushing into her heart shaped ass she began to move back . Till I slide in her pussy from behind I began to pump my cock deeper and deeper in her till I was all the way in. Then I would pull out till all that was left in her was the head of my cock. Then I would slam back into her faster and faster I pumped. The more she moaned and moved to met me she began to scream louder and. I started to sob uncontrollably, the tears running down my face but Ididn?t care. I?d never felt so alive. I was in heaven, I was in hell, everynerve in my body was on fire, straining, urging, driving me higher, driving mewilder. As the blows continued they all seemed to blur into one.My very being seemed centredon the ball of pain which engulfed by buttocks, my heart raced, my grointhrobbed and I could feel my climax nearing. It was as if I just needed thatone little push, that one little. I love playing dress up here, since my parents won't let me wear girls clothing. I am supposed to act like a real boy.However, I am not like most boys my age: when I hit puberty, my chest, hips and butt grew, while my limbs stayed slender like a girls body. I look somewhere in between genders: not quite boyish, nor truly feminine. My voice softened rather than deepened. It lost the c***dhood squawk, and smoothed into something far removed from a masculine sound. I typically only talk in a.