There was only some kissing and hugging this night, as it was too cold out for sex, and the movement would scatter the leaves under us. I had my saddl... for a pillow, and the girls cuddled up on each side of me. They had some questions."Master, what happened to the coach that passed us on the road?" Shannon asked."Pat caused them to have a very unfortunate accident," I told her."But how?" Clare asked. "We didn't see him do anything." He used a spell that causes the worst possible thing in that. I sat down on an old futon and spread my legs as far as I could. He could totally see my cock and sack hanging out of the leg of my shorts. I began stroking until it was rock hard and beads of pre-cum dripped onto the bare concrete. I could hear his breathing speed up as his cock began pushing against his jeans. I pulled my shorts to my knees and freed my cock and began slowly working the shaft and staring at him. Licking my lips and stroking the head of my cock, I asked him to take his out. Having been well and truly accepted as a woman my transvestism did not cause any problems so I would maximise these occasions to highlight my femininity. Today I chose one of my favourite business skirt suits to wear comprising of a knee length tight teal coloured skirt and matching jacket. I love the way the skirt clings to my hips and how the deep back spilt allows plenty of my nylon-clad legs to be on show when I walk. Under the jacket I wore a really pretty white semi sheer organza blouse. Fortunately the plane was on automatic pilot and remained steady because the two people at the pilot chairs were not the pilots - they were respectively a grandmother and a salesman for P and G. They screamed - everyone screamed when they realized they were not themselves.Clint Eastwood looked down in amazement at his own tall frame screaming and then stared at his new nails - manicured and he was in a stewardess uniform he looked in the mirror in the bathroom - he was the young stewardess -.