I ran my palm along its underside and curled my fingers around, my thumb toward the base of his shaft. Instinctively, I began to tug on it. With my l...ft thumb, I yanked the elastic band of my black underwear out and down so that I could flash my uncle my tiny cunt just as he did himself yesterday. My uncle became a clumsy fool once more, writhing around at the sensation of being stroked not just by a stranger’s hand, but by his youngest n!ece’s. I couldn’t even tell who was in charge now as I. . killed ... her."Tony nodded and looked at the tearful girl – his favourite prostitute - and fired the gun into her chest. "Sorry. Can't have any witnesses," he told her as she fell onto the floor. "You understand, right?" He cackled nastily and sighed.Tony surveyed the scene, and fired a bullet into the heads of both of the girls and opened the door. "Get that room cleaned up," Tony told Willie and gave him the "execution gun" back – now devoid of bullets. "And the fucking bitches told me.. At first, I thought perhaps my friend was also suffering from an overfilled bladder, but the second moan I soon heard was clearly a result of something other than pain. If I had to guess, I would say pleasure. Or perhaps arousal. Either way, I immediately forgot about my pressing urge to reach the bathroom. I knew it was wrong of me to invade my friends privacy, but I couldnt resist the urge to creep up to the door and press my ear to it. The moans continued. They were getting louder. More. A real trannie isa boy with a girl's heart, and the clothes and makeup are just ways toget that heart out in the open and running his life."Bob asked: "How come you like trannies so much? How come you know somuch about them?"I wasn't ready for this question and I had to duck. I mumbled somethingincoherent and changed the subject."Millie, have you ever been really laid? I mean have you ever beenhumiliated by your own sexual appetite?" She said no. I could feel shewas intrigued. "I know a man who.