Normally he allowed the girls to shit undisturbed; he knew they liked privacy for that most natural of functions; this time he simply burst in, and sw...re when Angela wasn’t there.“Samlock, you piece of clumbat crap; go back and send my friend back here”“Relax Krill, she will be treated kindly and will be only a short time. We needed to test if this worked, and we needed to contact you. We have the human who balanced you, she is claiming Right of Mit, but we may find a way round that; then you. She is 5'6, 150 lbs and has 38DD tits and a large round ass. She just turned 48 which I know because at her 48th birthday party I found her really drunk in the kitchen. She was slightly stumbling and apologizing. I helped her up and she looked at me and said I was such a good boy. She stopped herself and said I wasn't a boy anymore. She looked deep in my eyes then kissed me briefly on the lips.Ever since those two occasions I wanted to fuck both of them and tonight I might get the chance.I was. A story by Erica inspired me to pen my saga of cross-dressing. I am also a recovering alcoholic, with a few days over 19 years without a drink as I write this, and I suppose the two tales are intertwined to some extent. Not that I am a saint by any means, a lot of people with a lot less time have a better sobriety than I. But I learned that alcohol is a poison to me, so I avoid it. I just do irrational things when I add alcohol to my system. For a while, I blamed my cross-dressing on the. ’ She leaned in again, a little closer to his ear, ‘I have something for you, nothing much, don’t worry’ As she fumbled with the card in her purse, he asked if he could buy her a drink. A waitress was just approaching and she ordered a B52 shooter. She didn’t want to stay long and intrude on his pub night with friends but needed a little something to calm her nerves. A stool opened up at the bar and he took a seat as he opened the card. It was simple and cute and he chuckled at the joke.