Usually, in my experience, we tell each other episodes from our past which get more detailed and probably more embellished, as we each get comfortable...with things. Early on I told my first wife about my love of wearing feminine undies. I can’t say it turned her on much but she didn’t object and enjoyed the fact that it helped me stay hard longer. She told me that she had some lesbian lovers when she was younger but she was reluctant to tell me more even though I was very turned on by the. "Yes!" Devon said. The Deputy District Chief did not look convinced."Okay, maybe not a bomb, but definitely some sort of gender relatedweapon."Devon was feeling self-conscious. He had stopped for a haircut, but amisunderstanding with the stylist resulted in the shag bob cut he nowhad, instead of the crew cut he had wanted. In the stylist's defense,it did frame his face nicely, and highlighted his complexion.That complexion worried Devon. His face was a lot softer and smoothernow than it. My stomach was doing flips as my brain and other parts of my anatomy took over. “Can I show you something, in the costume tent?” The words came out in a rush and when they did there was a mixture of relief and nerves. He must have known what I wanted. He would have to have been deaf, dumb and blind not to. “Sure,” he said, with a small smile. Maybe the alcohol was playing a part in his answer too. He put his glass, half full, down on the bar and followed me out into the beer garden which was. " he paused and blushed. "I cannot understand. I have in my arms the most beautiful and loving woman I can imagine. One who will do anything for me. But I suddenly wanted to take you, Wendy."Wendy blushed and her arms tightened around my body. "Why? I'm not special.And I'm some kind of animal now."Evelyn had been standing in the back, but whispered. "Pheromones. Wendy now puts out pheromones."There was silence in the room and Wendy's grip on me tightened. Everyone looked over at Evelyn, and I.