I wanted more. I never wanted to be a cross-dresser (not thatI have anything against it). I wanted to be a shemale or tgirl - forlife - very quickly...But I was not-not-not into guys-guys-guys. I still found women soincredibly attractive. I wanted to be like them and be desired by men,but ... guys were, well guys and girls were soft and sexy.Diary Entry: May 2003I went to a party that a couple of tgirls were having in [name of towndeleted to protect the guilty]. At some point, the sex. Oh... her sweet, sweet darling, she thought in her ever-rising ecstasy... her sweet and beautiful darling... she loved her!Suddenly, Virgin felt Walo's pelvis and thighs slap hollowly against the rounded soft cheeks of her ass and the backs of her legs, his sperm-bloated balls swinging forward with the force of his thrust to caress her open split and throbbing clitoris. He was home... ! She was stuffed completely with his Herculean cock... and just as always, it was about to drive her right out. While taking it back, I had touched the soft and stiff breast on her blouse of that lady. It sent a shiver through me.Her Jasmine smell, dark atmosphere and cool air blowing from the window, my mind started to think of getting some pleasure. The kid fell on me often while sleeping so I felt uncomfortable when he was falling on me.The lady under stood my difficulty and she shifted the kid to opposite end and she sat next to me. She asked sorry for the disturbance by the kid. I acted totally. "When he first joined the platoon he visited the Copper Kettle with a couple of his section, " said Corporal Cheddy Gunn. "According to Clarky Kent he's now down there most nights, wrapped around one of the tarts."Kent was on guard, so I went across to the guardroom and found out from him that Jazzer had been going down to the Copper Kettle every night that he was off duty; it seemed likely that it was there that he had met his inamorata.'The Kettle' was a well-known knocking shop/bar/dance.