. My oldmale clothing was gone, my Stepmother had thrown every bit of itincluding my tennis shoes into the garbage. The garbage men had longsince pick...d it up and transported it to the landfill.I tried to remember how it had happened, how I had ended up in alifestyle centered around wearing women's clothes. Psychologically itseemed I had sunk under the weight of these clothes. Of course I knew itstarted with Pete planting my Stepmother's clothes under my bed and shediscovered it and forced me. Worst coming to worst she would be killed in her sleep, but she didn't have to fear someone calling the police on her and ending up in a jail cell somewhere.The old museum just opposite the Catholic church looked as good as any other place, plus no sane person had set foot into it even when it was still open. Now it was even more worthless, who would search for interesting loot in a place that displayed old paintings and bronze figurines of fat ladies?And then she would get to enjoy the eerie. I had to turn you away and I had to make it look convincing. But you sure got your revenge. I can understand why you were bitter but did you really have to write that report? We lost a whole platoon thanks to that.’ ‘But… but… I made it up! I had to report on something so I made it up. How could I have done otherwise? You know I knew nothing. How was I supposed to have found out about troop movements?’ ‘You made it up? Then how did…?’ The awful realisation hit. ‘Oh no! It’s so simple once you. At the same time I took the nipple of one of her tits and pinched it hard and pulled up on it. I hadn’t made a mistake, Alma pushed into me and sucked hard on my tongue then let out a loud moan. I roughly pulled her back by her hair, smiled and said SO GOOD TO MEET YOU MY SLUT AMLA. She laughed and said,’ oh fuck, I think I just cum and I would love to be your slut cum bucked for the weekend. I heard Don ask, my turn now Robert. I turned to him and he already had his robe off and was.