”It was a good thing that our informant could not see the laugh on my face; otherwise, he might have gotten huffy about the whole thing.“I can see...that y’all got guns and have threatened me with them. Shit, old Master Beauregard is sure going to be upset with me when I am found tied up tomorrow morning.”Okay, there was no question now that the night watchman was on our side. We just had to remember to tie him securely, but not painfully, when we left after the raid.I directed everybody to. Ken looked down at my rock hard clitty, I blushed twirled my hair behind my ear. “I hope you don’t mind me saying that you look like a beautiful slutty fat whore” I smiled and folded my hands behind my back. “Does that mean that you will be extra gentle?” I said coyly, “No, it just means that I will enjoy it more.” I took his hand and walked him to the bedroom while peeking back at the purple head of his cock bobbing up and down as he walked. Just the thought of it invading me made me again. This trait sometimes lapses, sometimes comes forth from the dark of my subconsious. Today I desire fat girls more than ever. Nothing else would sate my lusts. On the streets and on campus I've seen a great many of them, with their enormous, lush behinds, hanging, overripe tits and their bulging, lardy bellies that nearly cause their tight clothes to rip at the seams as they waddle around like beached whales in the May heat. Needless to be told, this excited me until I nearly popped a boner. Thefuture was his for the taking.Bruce tried very hard to become feminine. But he really didn't know howexactly so he started watching what girls do. Soon he was adding so manyexaggerated girlie traits into his daily life that he became more acharacter of a girl instead of a girl. But one girl saw that he wassincere and struck up a friendship with him. She showed him how a girlreally acts and toned down his over the top performance. With a littleexperience and time on his belt he could.