But this time I spent only a few minutes giving her the long deep strokes. We were watching each other, the look of delight as she felt me entering an...d exiting her pussy reminded me of how much I love her.I pushed all the way in, then mostly ground myself against her. Her eyes lit up as she moaned softly, whispering “I can feel you rubbing my clittie! Oh Pete, keep going.” I kept going, as I felt her hands slide behind my back and grip me behind my shoulders. I kept going as I felt her legs. Zeb argued with the zeal of a philosopher that the Waste had its own beauty. Porter really did not agree but kept that thought private as he did not want to insult his rescuer. Porter’s proof was his encounter with his first stink bush that morning where he barely avoided being covered in a putrid smelling powder when one of its sacs burst next to him. He was still haunted by a lingering smell in his sinuses.More than one thinker had suggested that the Waste was actually a type of garden or a. I knew it was the right decision. I wasn't foolish enough, even then, to think it would be easy, but I certainly knew it would be worth it.---The next morning I woke slowly and peacefully while Stephanie continued to dream on beside me. Part of me wanted to pack up and go home so I could put my resolve to become more fully Kate into practice, but a more rational part of me realized that a few more days would not make any real difference. I knew that in order to be accepted at the college, I. Kyle needed toknow what life was like for a woman, not always being treated the way ahuman should be treated. Lucy needed to see that some men were decentcaring individuals. She decided to give them a second chance before shewould implement her plan.She would give them to Prom Night and if they did not change their viewsbefore then, she would put her plans in action. Prom was less than a weeka way.Chapter 2Kyle strode into the auditorium where the prom was being held with hisdate, Emily Rose.