Then hethought of his dad and he panicked. Would his mom tell him? Did she knowhe peed in his pants? Ugh, if his dad found out he couldn't live withhi...self. Again he started to scold himself. Why am I such a baby? Whycan't I be a man? Why do I act like a dumb baby? A baby girl. When hesaid it, the familiar tingling came back again. He shut is eyes andbegan to talk to himself. That is what I am, a baby girl. He picturedhimself as a baby girl with pig tails and in a poofy little girly dress.Such. The security committee opted not to change anything, and to just allow the evening gate guards the opportunity to perve on whatever the young couple was up to that night. The ‘leave-things-alone’ recommendation had been Rose’s; she said it reminded her of how Matt and she would sneak off to do their thing when they were younger.While everyone laughed at Rose’s comment in the committee meeting, they also followed her wish. Many of her earlier ideas had paid off for them. Since Rose had done her. When I returned to the US in 1968 I was assigned to Ft. Monmouth again. This time I was an instructor. I rapidly found out that I wasn't particularly welcome anywhere off base when I was in uniform. While there was nothing overt at the time I could tell that people were uncomfortable around me. It wasn't quite as bad in civilian clothes but, even then, the haircut, the military stance, and the difference in attitude caused many people to avoid me and others like me.I stayed in NJ for about a. ”“Yes I can. Relax.” Teasing in circles around her anus, I slowly worked just the tip of my little finger inside her.“That feels weird.”“Good weird, or bad weird?” I asked, massaging her asshole gently.“Good weird,” she sighed.I turned her around to face me, and pushed my middle finger into the tight heat where my little finger had been. This time, I could feel her relax to admit me, and I slowly advanced to the hilt. Then I pulled her womanhood to my face.“Oh my God,” she breathed when my.