Both looked at me and stared at my less than fully dressed appearance.Katherine was the first to speak. "Wow, Anna was right. You are a strapping lad,...aren't you?" Mmph?"Sam spoke up. "It's no use talking to him. He needs breakfast and coffee before he approaches being fit for human interaction. He is not a morning person." Mmrbl." Cereal, juice, and coffee coming right up." Mnkfu, mm." You're welcome, Sweetheart."Katherine and Mari had watched our interactions with bemused looks. I grabbed my. The local armoury would empty of tanks, trucks and jeeps. Soldiers donned their dress uniforms and regimental colours; in long, straight formations they marched along to the delight of spectators and children. Fighter planes filled the sky, the sound from their jets resonating in the air, and their contrails criss-crossing in the afternoon breeze.Kind words were spoken of the dead, of how they made the "supreme sacrifice" for their country. Flags were lowered to half-staff. Men, some grizzled. Mary loved playing with women but also loved Brenda. She encouraged his cross-dressing and loved making him her sissy. She wanted him to have his male parts in a working but unusable manner. She believed this kept him hornier and willing to accept her control more than having it removed.In fact she told me often of how Brenda loved being a sissy so much she actually begged to have it locked up and how she wanted to always have a smooth pretty crotch like a woman. That she wanted to be Mary's. Sneaking down the hall, I could see a door that was slightly ajar, and beyond that, movement.As I inched closer, I saw that the movement was Brittany, naked as fuck, riding Brad in their room. Each time her hips slammed forward, Brad groaned, and the headboard made that 'thud sound".Even though I was almost directly behind them, I could see her beautiful titties slapping around her chest. They sure as hell looked a lot bigger naked.My dick was achingly hard now, and pre-cum was making my briefs.