Unfortunately, there were few male subjects at the transfer station and I had little desire to couple with a willing female fighter missing the key in...redient of a stiff cock to make me really happy. I could grab one of the magazines of the naked recruits taking the test of coupling proficiency at the training centers. It was a well-known fact now and the raw recruits were fully aware that their humping expertise was being recorded for the pleasure of perverts around the world. It didn’t seem. Sarah also wore a dress like mine but a complete black color scheme. "Look Rose your legs should be crossed just like mine. Relax this leg, bring up the knee on your other," I did as she instructed, and sure enough my legs relaxed into a feminine position. "That's better, Joe..." Joe! I looked up and to my embarrassment was our driver from this morning. "...Joe take us to the Busters." You got it Ma'am, and might I say you ladies both look very lovely." I looked down during the car ride. . Anyway Stu booked a taxi for midnight to take him to the train station and we proceeded to have a couple of drinks and get to know each other a little better. My wife had told me , out of Stu’s earshot, that she liked him and would like to arrange for him to come over the following Saturday to stay over and have some fun. I agreed and by 11:45 we had made the arrangements. At about 11:50 my wife said to Stu, quite out of the blue, “can I see it?”. By the way, and you might’ve guessed, Stu is. Heck, if I were 15 years younger and you were gay, I’d be asking for your phone number.”He looked at me intently for a moment, then said, “It’s 872-8421. And I get off at 6.”Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! I couldn’t believe my luck. I scrambled for my phone, screwed up the entry code because I was hitting the keyboard in a panic, finally got logged in and told him to give me that number again. He did. And he told me his name – Jess.I got him added to my contacts. My ears were ringing and my.