Every time she moved, stabbing jolts of pain, from the gunshot wound and multiple bruises, raced through her body. "I hope this is over pretty soon. I...could really use some painkillers. But first we finish this. Let's go kill my asshole godfather!" Liv took the lead, boldly walking through the jagged metal hole, back into the darkness. She switched on the Surefire and scanned the mineshaft.Finn was about to tell her to turn the light off, but decided not to. They might need it. "Mmm, pulpy,". The progress made him less self-conscious around the townspeople. Being used to the closeness of a wardroom, he spent most evenings in the common room of the inn, mostly sitting with the shipwrights and ship owners. He gained knowledge both in the ship building crafts but also in the trades, while in turn impressing his counterparts with his insights in navigation and ship handling.When his leg got better, he would also frequent other inns and taverns, much to Libby's displeasure, but there he. I had a wonderful experience with the younger clerk that I would like to share. I needed a pair of slacks for an upcoming wedding. I had tried on a pair of tan dress pants that I thought I would like. The young thirty something lady who does the measurements was doing the cuffs. when she suddenly ran her hand up my leg and touched the shaft of my cock. She told me that I should perhaps get some pants that were not as tight. I have a rather large cock and it was straining the pants I had chosen.. Things are much less complicated these days. There's less sneaking around as I am not quite so in the closet any more, as well as the fact I live alone in my own apartment. I divide my time quite evenly between my identities although work is somewhere I still don't bring my cross dressing. Sometimes I feel like a super hero, by day I'm a mild mannered office man but away from the work I am "Super Jess"- spreading joy in high heels and tight skirts. I almost always keep my work and private life.