We regained a little and i gave an excuse to light a smoke. She nodded and i got up and lit the cig and passed the same to her. The way she was sittin... on the bed, her skirt was a lot above her knees and i could see her panties, light green in color. I couldn’t control and started staring there unconsciously. She suddenly caught me, lowered down the frock and gave me a look, i gave a sleepy smile and she started laughing, it was good to see her laughing and we hugged again. I told her that. Em’s memory about this or that club competition, of the times we’d won but also the times we’d got beaten, was very good indeed, reminding me of things I’d not thought of in years. And then, mid-sentence almost, it was ‘come on, another hundred’ and off she would go, and I’d follow. We had completed, I think, 6 sets of 100 when we looked up and realised that the last people other than ourselves were heading for the changing area, though there was still ten minutes left of the hour. Fancy a. An afterimage of her naked body lingered inmy mind's eye even as I stared awkwardly at my feet. There were so manyquestions I wanted to ask, but ?"Here, look."I looked back up to see her pulling the straps of her leotard into placeover her shoulders. Unlike my prissy purple number, hers was a simplepractice tank leotard in a dark metallic blue with three thick blackstripes running down the sides of her torso. I couldn't help but feelembarrassingly overdressed next to her sporty, utilitarian. This answer satisfied no one. He knew what they wanted to know: had he ever been fucked in the ass, and how did it feel. He intimated that in his experiences with men, he was not a stranger to a hand up his dress and being stripped of his panties. As to the other questions-he does go out as a woman, buys his clothing and make-up in department stores and women's apparel shops, now that he can pass as a woman, been doing this for several years, and learned everything by trial-and-error.Of course.