She actually didn't want to have to break out of the beautiful Utopia she was presently in, but she knew she had to make an effort to return to the re...l world. Opening her eyes she tried to focus on the scene around her; it took a little while for her eyes to adjust to the small amount of light which seemed to be coming from lanterns on the wall.Once she could finally see well enough to assess her surroundings, she focused on a bunk directly in front of her, Jeanette was lying on it; she was. I leaned over and passionately kissed her exposed neck and felt her shudder as I continued to move my hand into her blouse and bra that contained her magnificent breast meat.Sometimes I would just go out of control, stripping her completely without regard to where we are or who was around. Occasionally, dad would walk in from work to see an embarrassed mom laying on the couch, nude while my head was between her outstretched thighs, lapping on her dripping pussy, forcing another orgasm from her. That couldn't have been a coincidence. No one knew about those things, not even my ex-wife who freaked out when I once broached the subject of my transvestitism about five years ago. I knew that I had no choice but to go through with the rendezvous so I got out my makeup and went to work on my transformation. After all these years the thrill of watching my masculine features being softened by the makeup and then dissolved into femininity has not diminished. Tonight was going to be different. " What side are you on?" Need you ask?" he laughed. "I'm not perfect, like most of those 'do gooders', but I see their aims as important and I will side with them when push comes to shove. That doesn't mean that I ascribe to all of their ideas about justice, however." Is that why you won't end the 'three times a week' thing?" Partly. The other reason is because what we're doing is beneficial to them, to you and to your little corner of the world." It's still not fair to any of us." How is it.