Another station gotsome comments from Velma, who was much more put together by then. Sheclaimed Steve was the hero of the day, having saved her life t...ice: onthe porch and then by shooting the bad guy. And she described hisheroism in rushing into a burning building and carrying twounconscious boys out.The boys were a story on their own. A year earlier the two had beenselling themselves in the gay village area of Toronto when members ofthe gang abducted them. A massive manhunt ensued, and. The media people were taking pictures of me. I thought itwould be better that they helped. It was hard to see where I was goingbecause of the flashes.At last, I dragged the girl to where Shelly was. I looked behind; thecar was totally on fire.Then I seen the media people with their microphones and everything rushtoward me, the girl was lying on the ground and some medics that justcame was taking care of her. It was then that reality hit me. I was aboy wearing a dress, and I was not about to. ”She is correct, beautifully proportioned and dimple free.“Take my negligee off for me and pay homage to my arse, kiss and lick it for me.“Like my arse baby?”“Just magnificent, to die for.” “I love you licking and kissing it.”“Now lick my nipples for me.”I do and they are very long, and rock hard on her very good 36D tits.“Now tease my clit and lick my cunt lips,’ she instructs as I kneel in front of her with my hands holding her arse while she sits on the settee.“You are very good.“I am. The evening was successful on other fronts as well. I was also given the phone number for an especially attractive young blonde, pretty much straight from college herself, majoring in Art History, and was already quite bored with the local social scene. She apparently found a rugged young field biologist, complete with a scruffy beard, to be an exotic and romantic figure. She was everything that I wasn't; confident to the point of being aggressive, filthy rich, and extremely bored with.