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Rodeo Girl

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I was going to test Rob out one last time to make sure of my suspicions about his sexuality and still had some of my old boy clothes. These were in a trunk of things that Mom had sent over. I fished out a pair of cut-down denim shorts that I had made from an old pair of my boy jeans, androgynous sneakers, training socks, some tighty-whities, a polo shirt and a baseball cap. It was funny putting them on because I felt like a girl dressing up as a boy! I liked putting my pony tail through the back of the baseball cap as that looked quite cool, but that was all. The clothes looked and felt like baggy old sacking that had been laced with itching powder. Eileen asked me what on earth I was wearing and I told her that I just wanted to chill for a while as I was saying goodbye to being a boy forever. I think she was a bit worried as she kept popping her head round the door while I was watching some guy-mush called 'drone detectives' on cable. It was clear Rob was gone for the duration so the mountain would have to go to Mohammed.

I put on Rob's big winter coat and told Eileen I was going to see if Rob needed any help in the workshop. She said to tell him that dinner would be ready in an hour or so and I headed out. The wind was cold on my bare ankles I can tell you! Rob was just finishing up at his bench and had had the furnace on so the workshop was like an oven. I saw him pretending to ignore me as I took off his coat and hung it on the back of the door. He obviously ...

... didn't quite get that light travelled in straight lines as I could watch him staring at me in the reflection in the window behind his desk. I seductively wriggled my hips to slide down my shorts, hanging them on the anvil as I walked over to him, strutting slightly, my hard cock stretching out my tighty-whities quite obscenely and acting as a magnet for his eyes. He certainly seemed to like it.

I pressed my hardness against him as I reached around his waist and slowly undid his belt with one hand as I squeezed the bulge in his pants with the other. I unzipped him and eased out his throbbing tool, stroking it softly. Letting go, I grabbed his stubble covered cheek, pulling his head to face me and kissing him urgently. He grabbed me back, pushed me down on his workbench and held me there with one hand as he probed my thoroughly lubed hole with his fingers.

He literally ripped off those hideous badly made itchy under things and I groaned as I felt his heat pressing into my crack as he used his strength to force himself into me. I have to say, despite his almost manic lust, he was so respectful. He knew what I could take, but despite that he entered me slowly, stretching me gradually and with a series of thrusts, making sure I was super slick inside. The thing that was different this time was that he grasped my cock with his lubed hand while he fucked me. I gasped as he finally bottomed out and then pushed my ass out as he began to pound me. My God he was a good fuck and he ...