’ ‘Mary Ann, Tom sailed across from Marseilles. Alone.’ ‘Indeed. So you’re stupid?’ There was that word again — ‘alone’ — Goodwin ...hought to himself as he smiled, or tried to, anyway. ‘It was a rough crossing. I’ll say that.’ She nodded at his understatement, poured tea in his cup. ‘It’s English Breakfast. Cream and sugar?’ ‘Be fine, Ma’am.’ He watched as she fixed the tea, then as she uncovered some freshly baked bread. ‘I smell cinnamon.’ ‘Cinnamon and walnuts,’ Mary Ann Doncaster said.. However, that's not why I'm nervous. I promised myself over two monthsago that today would be the day on which I stop being a boy. Today wouldbe the day I finally tell my parents that deep down, deep inside, I amgirl. A girl trapped inside a boy's body that desperately wants, NEEDS tocome out. And yet... I can't do it. Every time I play the scene throughin my head, it's like my brain 'crashes'. I say the words, and myparents... freeze. Time itself stops, and as hard as I try, I can't getpast. Her one hand held her bra as she asked me to lay down on my back, she covered my eyes with a towel and soon I felt oil dripping onto my thighs. She started massage me from the knees up while resting her ass on my shins and soon her hands had made their way up to my groins, her thumbs at times touching my balls, and eventually after much anticipation she gripped my cock at the base and move her hand up my entire shaft to my head. I was rock hard and so horny that I didn't want her to stop, but. Woke up. Foggily remembered I had a guest, so I didn’t reach for the pistol underneath the corner of my bed.Still fogged when a female form slid into the bed beside me, pulling the sheet over her.“Gee?!?”“Don’t get upset, Josh. Hammock’s a little TOO cool.”“You brought your pillow?”“Of course. I’m not a Neanderthal. Now shut up and go to sleep.”“Ain’t gonna be easy,” I said under my breath. I turned away from her. Double bed’s made for two people who don’t mind bumping into each other a lot. We.