Even though i'd been dressing and learning to be feminine for almost 2 years, i didn't think he noticed anything really untoward since i still present...ed masculine in public. We'd talked a few times since then but i thought that my secret was still safe.He pulled up and got off his bike. He was about 5 inches taller than me with a gray streaking his goatee, very muscular and masculine. He pulled a cooler out of the bikes truck and walked up. Not for the first time, i noticed the huge bulge in. Each step sent him ten feet, easy, despite the monstrous weight he felt sink into each bounding leap.There was screaming. People running. One of the metal boxes two of them sat in started making noise, mechanical whirs that sounded more like roars. But Mason jumped through the air, landed upon the metal box’s front half, and with one swipe, ripped out its guts. Black liquid squirted outward, and the noisy lifeless thing went quiet.“What the fuck is that!?”“No, no! Oh god oh god oh god, run!. She said sure, he won't be back for 4 or 5 days so take you time. I picked up his Ford F350 and headed about thirty miles north to the truck stop. I parked in an area between the big rigs and the normal trucks then just sat a watched for a while. Nothing interesting was happening except for drivers heading in and out the the place. I decided to head inside to have a cup of coffee with a nice piece of apple pie, both were good and I finished them up.So with nothing happening I decided to. ‘I like that metaphor.’ I can tell he likes it because his dick jerks inside me. ‘I try,’ I say. ‘I like that you try.’ He places my hand flat on my abdomen. The head of his erection pulses against the thin membrane of my belly. ‘I’m so deep inside you. Does it hurt?’ ‘A little.’ He pulls back, lowers my ankles, and bends my knees under his arms. He climbs onto the table, and my knees fall to his hips. I lift them back up, lock my ankles around his waist. He enters me again. ‘I think I’m going.