"In this house we don't consider wandering around in your underwear dressed young man," I said in my most serious voice."You better tell Uncle Dwayne ...hen, God, I ran into him in the kitchen late last night and all he had on were a pair of pale blue jockey shorts with a big hole in the rear." He did not!" I insisted firmly, while knowing it had probably happened, another one of Dwayne's midnight raids on the fridge."It was an ugly sight Auntie," were his last laughing words before he. I have always been a slut anyway.I explained that he’s a friend, married and bi, when he’s horny he knows that he can stop by for either some quick relief or a few hours in the sack. He does prefer younger guys but I’m a good fuck and he takes advantage of that.We didn’t talk much more about that; he went to find a place for dinner. While he was gone I had two guests arrive, backpackers from England. They spent some time on their phones then went up to the dorm. He returned then went upstairs. I could feel his hands touching the side of my large breast and it felt good. He made no attempt to grope me or fully touch me. Then he worked his way down my back and over my ass. He massaged my ass through the clothes. Then he moved down to my legs and I was almost falling asleep. He had perfect hands. He went all the way down to my feet and then worked his way back up my legs. He found the inside of my thighs and I spread them open a little bit to give him better access. His hands worked so. "Wait!" I protested. "That direction takes us deeper into Germany." I know. I have a mission to attempt and you're going to help me." What sort of mission?" The codename was Operation Foxley. Its primary objective was theassassination of Adolf Hitler."To be continued....**********************Notes:Two things I've never done here before are write a story of cross-dressing rather than physical transformation, and write a serial. Thefirst was because cross-dressing really doesn't interest me, and.