”“Maybe. We’ll see. Talk to those people.”“I’ll call on Monday.”“Call tomorrow,” she argued. “I worry about you. That’s my burde...,” she laughed.Saturday, I made a couple of phone calls. One was to something called the Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America, which was a national group with a local chapter, and the other was a local group, the West Georgia Veterans Coalition. I got addresses and a couple of guys volunteered to meet me in town. I figured the crazy would hold off for a few days. " Since you have no secrets from me you can call me Wanda. Why doesn't being naked bother you? I'm bothered. Is that a heart down there?" Yes," Holly stood feet apart and rolled her pelvis to display a heart-shaped tuft of red-tinted pubic hair. "I sculpted it for a party with my sister. Slave advocate organization officers are required to have been slaves for a minimum of six months so that they can better understand what slavery means to a slave. I was enslaved to Hank right here in this. My beautiful blonde hair and sculpted lean body turned many trannie heads that evening, especially this one beauty named Tommie from Boston. She asked me if I wanted to see her gown for the pageant and we went up to her room. I went straight for her sexy high heel pumps and stepped into them. I loved the feel of them on my naked feet and how they flattered my legs and ass. Memories of dressing experiences came rolling back. I got incredibly aroused and showed her my erection. She came over and. ..I was just checking because...you know...you’re all here at a nudist sex resort and she’s really pretty and I thought I’d ask and see, I’m sorry for offending you all, please forgive me” Dick seemed to be sincere with his apology so I decided to let it go.“No harm done” I said...and with that they both said their goodbyes and continued towards the archway to their room for an afternoon of sweaty sex.“Well that was disgusting!” I said reaching for my margarita and I drank it all down in one.