’ She swallowed hard before she shook her head. ‘No. I don’t cry, Mr. Masterson,’ she said before she moved to quickly walk away. ‘How did...you know who I was?’ She paused. Then she raised her head and looked at him with the biggest, most wounded eyes he’s ever seen in his life. Those eyes gripped him and he found himself completely captivated by her, even to the point that he could actually feel her sadness inside his own heart. ‘This is a small island, Mr. Masterson. People talk—’ ‘—Have. Really feel it. But it was my finger, idly circling my now hard nipple.Groaning I tossed the book aside. Lying down on the bed I closed my eyes. Slowly I let my hand run over my naked body. My skin felt soft to the touch, still wet were my long wet hair had been.What did he see in me? Even with my slender hands I could cover my small tits. Which I did now. The warmth of my palms against my sensitive nipples. I rubbed them, let my hands travel further down. All over my flat stomach, slow,. Anyway Halloween comes once a year and we all wear custom and I know personally lots of guys like to wear female custom. I am cross-dress and love Halloween, this Halloween was wild first ever wild Halloween party I ever been too. It was black party nothing but black guys and very few white guys but lots of white, Asian and black shemale was their and soon I walk in lots of black guys was all over few of them took me in ally make give them blowjob. One group of 4 guys that’s was very wild I. So yeah, I guess I can now be defined as a slut. Allow me to introduce myself: I’m Jeff. A 36 year old trucker from Pennsylvania. I like doing what most guys like doing: I drink beer, watch football, eat steak and love to fuck women. And now men. I’m what you would call a typical trucker. About 6’ 1” (without my trusty baseball cap!), I have thinning hair, with a small bald pate appearing on top of my head. I’m fairly stocky, but by no means chiselled – I’ve got large arms and a broad chest.