He stepped out of his cut-offs and walked up to me but then he looked uncertain how to begin. I grabbed his two hands and pulled him toward me, then p...anted his hands on my breasts. I thought his grin might split his face in two, it was now so broad. Then I moved one of his hands down to my cunt and rubbed his fingers up and down my slit until he got the idea and started to slide his finger inside me. I pressed his thumb against my clit and moaned. Again he got the idea.Now that he was getting. Elvis wasn't really the beginning anyway. Well, he was, but he wasn't. But I'm talking about the beginning of transgender references in pop music. Elvis seemed perfectly content with a momma fixation, underage girls, and myriad other strange preoccupations, none of which seemed to have anything to do with women's clothes.At least wearing them.The closest you could come to back them would be Little Richard. I'd put him in as the first glam guy though. He was so far out of it, he came across as. Four full minutes of this madness went on until she bellowed out, "Please-please! Pull it out pull it out!" The other two knew what was coming. They dropped down to the floor underneath where Cassie was bent over. Derell's dick slipped out and Cassie shot out what seemed like a gallon of juices all over Tyler and Jordan's faces. The squirting went on and on. Just when the last final drops were falling out, Derell laughed and rubbed his dick from side to side over her clit one last time. Her. Around here, I couldn't see that there was enough difference between Arkansas and Missouri to amount to a hill of beans, but the local people seemed to care.I headed northeast and it took me nearly five days to reach Springfield. Of course, the war may had had something to do with it, but these people didn't appear to take much pride in their roads. I swear that I felt like I spent as much time traveling sideways as I did traveling forward.When I reported in at Springfield, the First Sergeant.