I didn't know why Simone changed or why she suddenly decided I was less than what she evidently had originally seen in me. I didn't know one damn reas...on why she had done this.I did know that we were done. I did know that in five weeks the pain and words had made me a different man, but obviously Simone missed that change while it was occurring, just as I had missed the changes in her too.The phone rang. Looking at the caller ID I saw it was Simone's mom. I answered."John, what's going on?. I was always attracted to pretty girls and women, especially my mom and aunt, but I was also turned on by women movie stars and pictures of pretty women in magazines, so it felt kind of funny when I began to realize how much I enjoyed acting and looking like a girl myself. The only man I really knew well was Uncle Tim. He wasn't ugly by any means but he didn't strike me as attractive, although I'd heard mom say he was handsome and aunt Julie once said he looked distinguished. He was always nice. It was hard, wet, and I could feel his heart beat. As I held it, it even got bigger. Not longer, but thicker. He began humping my hand. I guided him toward my pussy and after a couple of misses, he found the spot. At first he penetrated just a couple of inches, then he went wild! His humping was hard and fast. He was driving his dick further and further in my wet pussy. I had seen dogs mate before and knew that near climax, they develop a knot at the base of their dick. The purpose is to hold. He would rest the day, and walk at night. That had not been an option the past two days, seeing as he couldn’t bury himself in the sand like the lizards and scorpions. He shuddered, remembering the other night he had awoken with a rattler sharing his body heat. The snake had left peaceably enough a couple hours later, when the dawn sun arose, but even in this heat, Val could not help a shiver. Arising over the next dune, Val stopped. He often stopped on these all too frequent heights. Each time.