"Look,I wear these female clothes because of the circumstances thatforced me. It's not because I want to dress like a girl. Andnow, here's my chance t... dress as a guy again. Why would I passit on?" But you admitted that there are those girl feelings in you.Don't you want to find out more about yourself? You might bejust a girl mentally," remarked Ashley.She struck me hard on the part that I didn't wish to admit. Ilied badly, "well, I was confused then. It was just a phase andit's over. Now, I. I was supposed to bring a plus one. I don’t have one. I know you’re married, and I know we just met; but how would it be if I asked you to be my plus one for the evening?”“You’re speaking at the thing?” she said.“Yes, I do it a lot,” he said, “speak that is.”He was a stranger. She was married. He was a speaker. He was an investor. This could be an opportunity for her, and for her Sam, her war hero. She frowned; Sam might not like her being escorted to some fancy do by a stranger; no, that’s not. Then I moved further down her body, until I was lying between her legs.I looked up and saw her watching me, and I could see that she was holding her breath as I slowly began lowering her bikini bottoms. I slid down her body, pulling them off, until I was standing next to the bed, looking down at her naked body. She looked at my body as well, and she closed her legs as she realized that I was standing there with my cock in the full upright and locked position. She looked nervous, and I realized. Youre so beautiful Amy, she said sweetly before her smile twisted and she added, Now get on my dick and kiss me. We both busted up laughing at the same time to the absurd statement from the most innocent girl I had ever known. Yes maam, I replied while still laughing and crawled up on the bed. I positioned myself over her and reached down. I knew I was wet, but I imagined that this was going to be awkward, losing my virginity to the rubber phallus. I started to lower myself onto it, holding it.