She returned to her seat."Hunting boys, hunh?" Cat asked."Um...yeah." Cool. There are some decent specimens in here tonight. As smokin' hot as you are... you shouldn't have a problem." Susan blushed again.Cat paused to take a drink. "To answer your question, there's a couple of ways I knew. First, if you know what to look for and are really perceptive, there are always signs. Second, and this is the real giveaway, he's got a fetish for trans women. I wasn't sure if it was pre- only or post-op. I lost them then, when they went into the bathroom together. Jeannie was fussing, but we were still working on getting her to sleep through the night, so I let her. She didn’t start a crying jag, which was good, that was always hard on me. I wanted to go to her at those times, but Wendy always reminded me I couldn’t. I’d spent more than one night sitting outside her door, listening to her crying. I’d probably have cried myself, if I wasn’t too damn manly for that kind of stuff. The girls were. One of the old men was getting his cock out!The thought of an old man pulling his cock at the sight of my bum would normally have made me run for cover, but today it made me hornier than ever. My exposed bottom was only few feet away from a man who was masturbating at the sight of me being spanked. As more strikes fell, my yelps and whimpers turned into moans of pleasure which I didn’t disguise. Now I felt something else, through the burning and stinging sensations. It was the belt again but. Her cute, nicely rounded, A cup breasts. Tender and oh so tasty. Her erect pink nipples. Her arms, conveniently out of the way, buried behind her.Her curvaceous waist, her gloriously flat stomach, her lovely belly button.Only one—third of her dress left, barely covering her from below her belly button to the very top of her thighs.He stared at her hidden crotch, his cock nearly going hysterical with mass ejaculation.What Colour were her panties? Pastel pink? Virgin white? Light Baby blue?Was it.