Only as the subway’s doors close and the train pulls away into the tunnel does she realize that she got off one stop early.“Shit.”What a fucking...night.Deciding she could use the walk anyway, she trudges up the stairs, her knees weak, her undergarments uncomfortably damp. She feels dirty and not just from the rain and subway.Emerging from the station, the streets are empty, the roads and sidewalks slick and shiny from the earlier rain. Walking alone, she’s absorbed in her thoughts once more.. It only took me a second to see that it was filled with dresses, skirts and blouses. “Where did these come from?” I gasped. “And where are my suits and shirts?”“I went shopping for you today,” she smiled, “and on the way, I dropped all your old male clothes off at Goodwill. You aren’t going to need them anymore, so someone might as well get some use out of them.” She walked over to the dresser and opened several drawers. I could see they were filled with bras, panties, negligees, pantyhose. I didn't care...in fact, that turned me on all the more.I still needed an ice breaker to get things started. I suggested we look at some internet porno and Jim readily agreed. I started out with sites that featured 3-way sex, moved to transsexuals and finally on to gay porn. It was then that I said I couldn't take it anymore and unzipped my pants to release my own raging hard on. I started to stroke myself spreading the sticky precum along my shaft that was already dripping from lust. Jim. ’ The soldiers began organizing in the trench. Setting up two machine guns and spacing themselves along the length of the earthworks, they acted like they expected the Germans any minute, but nothing happened. Niki didn’t sleep well. The ground was hard and despite it being summer it was cool in the woods. No food showed up for breakfast, nor trucks either. About half an hour after sunrise, Niki heard vehicles on the road. ‘Get into the trench,’ the sergeant yelled at the factory workers. They.