It was an older park, with a network of sidewalks through it, and the roller skates I was seeking were rolling along the walk in front of Number 157. ...The little girl wearing them was still learning and wobbly on her feet. Both knees were already skinned up.I got out of the van and stood looking at the girl. Apparently Tiffany was expecting me, because she came charging out of the trailer, running full tilt at me."GET AWAY, PERVERT!" she screamed...I recognized the canister in her hand ... the. Aneurysm, they said. Butyou're a boy, you should man up and go forward. I didn't want to, I mean Ididn't want to be a boy and even more, I didn't want to man up.Mom was my last hope for me to help cope with what and who I was. I wasnow alone with Dad. Dad was in the army. He was a Master Sergeant andworked at the nearby base, the training center they called it. I'd seenhim a few times at work while Mom and I were in the base. Mom said Dad wasa drill sergeant. Because he was 'drill' he was. The muffin lifted her head briefly to stare down her belly at the top of my head fringed with grey hair as my mouth sucked in her clitoris and sent lightning flashes through her loins.Before long, I was breathing heavily and so was she. My lust was up, and I could feel the pills kicking in as my aroused penis stiffened and streaks of sexual electric energy exploding in my abdomen and through my testicles and cock. I stood up slowly, noting that the other men were still in their underwear,. We had made love and as usual Ihad fallen asleep. Whilst I was asleep she had gently handcuffed me tothe bed and blindfolded me. The first I knew of this was as she hadstarted to thrust herself into my arseShe had wondered if I was slightly gay and as she took me from behindfor the first time we both knew that the strap on was going to become anactive instrument in our relationship. In fact Diana named it "BigBruce" and my arse became known as "Dorothy" so that "Big Bruce wants tovisit.