"I want to see your panties," Brian replied.Michele lifted her skirt until her black satin full-cut panties werevisible; they covered the gusset of he... sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose.Brian's cock throbbed and then the reality of the situation came back tohim. This was not a sexy mature woman; it was a transvestite!He took a couple more shots as Michele hung her head in shame."Ok; I think that's it," Brian said.Michele gratefully lowered her skirt and walked to the door. She openedit a fraction. Picking it up off the dashboard, Donny opened it and handed over to Dan.Putting the phone to his ear, Dan said, “Hello.”“Really?” Dan asked with a very serious expression on his face.“Are you all right?”“Where are you?”“We’ll be there to pick you up in thirty minutes.”“Just hold tight, and lay low,” Dan said.He closed the cell phone and set it on the dashboard.“What was that about?” Joe asked. It was obvious to him that Dan’s mood had taken a turn towards angry.“Sonny left the hospital, and is. "She was playing her hand like a confident poker player. He had now notreally raised any objections to wearing mascara, lip gloss and perfumeand she had no intention of stopping there. He had also swallowed herlies that it was normal for him to smell of perfume and no-one wouldnotice the lip gloss or mascara.He was, however, subconsciously aware that something was not quite (whathis vanilla mind would call) right and was a lot quieter than he wouldnormally be.As they drove on through the. "Had a good razor, m'father's," the young man said after puffing out his cheek as he was told. "Lost m'pack an' everything in it when I got hit." He did not tell her that he had seen piles of bloody knapsacks and packs along with a tumbled mass of arms and legs behind the tent where his amputation took place.Bess handed Anne the razor and showed her how to grip it with the handle between her fingers, rubbed some more soft kitchen-fat soap on the boy's other cheek, and then stood back. "Now.