Should I tell them of my leanings? Of my hopes at the end of this damn war?I hope that you can help my various predicaments and I await your considere... response.Always your humble servant,Captain Quentin StockingMy billet is currently the Bas et Culottes farmhouse just west of Lille in France, on the Maginot line. Dear Captain StockingI'm fuming. What an utter disgrace. How could this so-called Government of National Unity send our brave boys off to defend King and Empire without providing them. As much as I wanted to deny it, mom was right. I did look like a girl.I guess I probably could have put my foot down and said absolutely noway would I do this, and maybe, if I was lucky, make it stick, but as Istood there looking in that mirror, something came over me. I took inthe vision in that mirror, and realized that what I had felt before wasmy own femininity. It was no longer a question, and as strange as itsounds, my newly acquired femininity had reached out and bit me, righton my ego.. Dave pushed a finger up me to stop it running out, saying that he wanted to clean me with his tongue when we got into the shower. In the shower he knelt behind me and sucked all the cum from my arse, I returned the favour and sucked his limp cock into my mouth. I felt depraved as I sucked him, as I could taste my arse juices on him but I was so high on sex I just loved it. Dave was beginning to grow in my mouth, I took him all the way in until I felt him hit the back of my throat. I started to. His cock slid out over my tongue covered in cum and pussy juice and I was soon guiding the next hard cock into her hot wet cunt. Soon her cunt was dripping cum and I was busy licking it up as each guy took his turn fucking her. It seemed like she had an orgasm each time a fresh load of cum was shot into her eager cunt. After all seven guys had cum in her, Mark included, it was my turn. I moved out from under her and Mark took my place. He guided my cock as it slid easily into her well fucked,.