What was he going to do? If he wore his own clothes, he'd be out of uniform, and start out the voyage in the brig for disobeying orders. Or he could d...ess up like a chick. He was frantic, but he was running out of time. He was forced to put on the women's clothes. The strange thing was that they were just his size. The skirt wasn't tight on him, or anything. It was so strange! He hoped he'd find the woman who had *his* stuff. This sucked.The entire crew (other than him) turned out to be women.. .....just.....brush....OH!It's like electricity! It feels.....ooooooohhh......The skin beneath is painfully thin and tight now, just waitingto...to........rrrrrrrip! AH! It's beginning to come apart! To open up the glories ofthe virgin space behind. My vagina. My pussy. My cunt.The blood rushing into the sides now, causing them to ...mmmmm, swellinto delicate lips and.... ahhhh, unfurl in pleasure. Moment by moment,millimetre by millimetre, my pussy lips are becoming so sensitive to thecool. As she leaned over to get more leverage into her exploration of the sensual womans secret places, Anna unknowingly allowed her heart shaped bottom to press tightly against the young man on her other side. Even with his attention focused on the juicy vagina and clit of the young woman next to him, the invitation of such a shapely and soft bottom was too tempting for any man to ignore. Anna was busy pulling the silk panties aside in order to probe the neatly trimmed slit of her seat companion and. Mark’s main reason for visiting was to scrounge through their book stores. He even visited similar stores in Riverview, Lakeside and Portland in the north and Villas and Milton in the south.Jean found Mark’s insatiable appetite for knowledge refreshing, and she was more than happy to share his new finds with him since she too loved learning. However, they didn’t always share the same love of different types of music.Mark had learnt that a company had devised a machine to play a form of a vinyl.