Not surprising really given how starved for entertainment we allwere. Seated in the centre of the front row was Colonel Klingermann, thecamp commandan..., and a decent enough sort for a German. He didn't want tobe in the camp any more than we did, and his regime was mostly fair ifsomewhat strict. He had an appreciation for the arts which was why he wasin the audience, though how much claim to being 'art' our performancecould make I couldn't say.The play went well, with laughs coming in all the. My parents had long since gone to bed and were asleep by now. I heard her come up the stairs and wondered if she might come into my room as there would have been the glow of the bedside light showing under the door into the darkened landing, so would have guessed I was still awake, but I heard her door open and close again. I did feel a slight sense of disappointment; after all, we now shared something very personal and I would have liked to talk about it with her, not have to feel it was. She would joke about the muscle heads with the weights and how she didn’t find that look attractive at all. I agreed with her obviously, because I had lost about 15 pounds in the first few months alone due to the diet and workout regiment and had slimmed down to a thin frame. Working in a desk all day left the only little bit of excess weight in the thighs, hips and butt area. She had set me on a course to slowly feminize my body and I was clueless. For the most part we got along great, and. Her back arched. Her juices soaked my fingers. “Mr. Davies, just pull down my panties. Rip them down and fuck me! Just plow into me! Teach me, Mr. Davies!”My fingers slid up her gusset, crossing those bands of ruffled lace hugging her rump. She wiggled as I moved up to the waistband of her panties. I hooked my fingers into her waistband, tugging, working those panties down, exposing her pale ass, that delicious, curvy butt that I shaped. I deserved to enjoy this. Linda didn't care.She'd love to.