He leaned against the counter, downing another beer with ease. My eyes lingered longer than they should've and our gaze met. "You okay, or you gonna...tap out already?" My cheeks burned as they flushed red. "I'm just fine, thank you." He laughed and stepped around the counter. "Okay then Ms. Hanna, why don't you try walking over to me then, straight as you can." He stood towards the entrance of the hall, with his arms folded over his chest. "What are you, a cop now?" He chuckled. "Only if. Sharon was startled by the brightness and confusion of the camp outside which she’d only glimpsed when she’d been dragged in. All around were Buggery soldiers running naked with their erect penises, with guns in their arms. On the ground were the bodies of other soldiers. Some tents were burning, and there was smoke drifting across the landscape. She could vaguely see the shadows of jeeps in the distance driving around through the smoke. And all around was the sound of gunfire and the. I mean look at me. My fatherhated me for looking like a girl - no offense. Truth is I got caughtonce wearing some of mom's things after she passed. I wasn't reallycross dressing per se, just missing her, but dad lost it," Mark said andquickly added, "so if it's not masculine? I'm good with that." Really?" Monica asked."Like you said, a clown is a clown, is a clown, right," Mark said."Exactly," Julie said."OK, so like we said, Sandy was obviously a girl, and, as I noted, shewent by the name. " Holding the carrot againstmy cock, Uncle Tom. Although I was harder than I had ever been it was atleast three inches below his own notch.Uncle Tom either did not care or had not noticed. He got straight back downto business, one finger in my arse, shortly to be joined by another, whilehis thick tongue massaged my cock in his mouth and his spare hand massagedmy chest, tweaking my nipples. Occasionally he would break off and thrusthis fat tongue down my throat, thrusting his fingers deeper.