Angela stared at the set out of the corner of her eye. It was a bedroom set with a large canopied bed. Latrell was setting up a series of cameras aime... at the bed. "Hi I'm Mark, I'll be posing with you." Angela looked in the mirror to see a handsome young black man standing behind her smiling. He looked like a model, lithe and wiry, as opposed to beefy like Tyrone. "Hi Mark, I'm Angel." "Nice to meet you. We'll be playing newlyweds today to sell some intimate wear for a company. I'll see you. She lifted her eyes and saw that a colonel in uniform was standing beside her table. She looked up and smiled. His nameplate said GEORGE. She said, “Good morning, Colonel George. Would you care to join me for a cup of coffee?”The colonel looked embarrassed, but sat down. Kelly motioned for a waiter who brought over two fresh cups. She looked at George. He appeared to be in his early thirties, quite young to be a full colonel. He, too, had rows of ribbons on his chest. “What can I do for you,. ‘GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!’ Max yelled. ‘No, not until we’ve talked about this.’ Caroline said firmly. ‘Now? Really?’ Max said in frustration, ‘Couldn’t this wait until-‘ ‘NO!’ Caroline interrupted, ‘If we do you’ll pretend this never happened and refused to talk about it. Or… I’ll pretend it never happened and refused to talk about it. Is that what you really want? To go back to the way things were, cracking jokes and flirting with each other while pretending we weren’t really interested?’. I'm very feminine and have always been attracted sexually to men ,particularly older men( Daddy's).When I was much younger p*****n I was fond of dressing up in girls clothing it just felt right and natural.When my sister or for that matter my mother were out of the house I would go through their things and dress like how I imagined a girl should look.Id put on a bra,panties,stockings or pantyhose, pick out a nice blouse and skirt or a nice dress and pretend that I was a woman.I would dress like.