"That's not true, that's not true, that'snot true..." 'Then prove it,' 'Steve' challenges me. 'Go back to London. Tell yourparents you'll never be the...r son again. Tell Tom you'll never be anuncle to his daughter. And tell Beverly that you want SRS.' I bite mylip as tears of pure frustration form in the corners of my eyes. Why? Ithink to myself. Why couldn't I have just always wanted to be a girlfull-time? Why couldn't life as 'Steve' just sucked so much that I'dhave given anything to give it. I figured I should see how the area felt without cloths on, so off they came – It was wonderful, I had a new secrete place, and it felt good to be standing nude in the middle of my meadow, the only thing that was missing was my tree stump from the old place. This was the stump that Kim and I laid on to take some of the pressure off our bodies while the guys screwed the shit out of our holes. I would have to figure something out, and I would have to let the guys know our new location – quite a. , as they hold soccer tournaments here, and he said they make sure the officials are well taken care of. My partner said to me, "Just wait until probably fifteen-twenty minutes after the place starts cleaning out. You cannot lock the outside door, but you can lock the ref room. You don't want someone randomly walking in there if you're not completely dressed you know?" When the match got over, my partner John and I talked for a few minutes. I went back to my car, grabbed my shoulder bag with my. 'Oh, my dear fellow, come to my arms,' she cried.I rose, tore off my coat, waistcoat, and trousers, threw myself on her superb and glorious body, and was engulfed in her exquisite cunt immediately. Her arms and legs instantly embraced me; with her hands, she pressed my buttocks as she raised her own by the leverage of her legs on my back as if she wished to get me in altogether. We thus lay for some minutes in an exquisite trance of delight. Her throbbing and internal peristaltic pressures, in.