As far as he was concerned, it was the only decision that could be made.If this was just a few months ago, he would be in jail for his actions, at lea...t until an investigation had been done. But there was no law. They checked the local radio and television stations daily, and no transmissions were heard or picked up. No transmissions were picked up by the satellite dish either. The telephone was still dead. At least the land line phone. Greg's satellite phone worked fine. It was a bright spot. She is completely unaware of the fact that her left nipple is hanging out. Her areola is a delicious brown, round and her stout nipple is erect and staring me right in the face. I suddenly get hard. I don’t just mean hard, I mean rock hard. My breath is just taken away. Now I don’t mean to brag, but 9 inches of rock hard cock can’t be hidden by a pair of jeans. I immediately jump off of her, and walk upstairs, trying desperately to keep my desire under control. I sit in on my bed and. When she saw it was safe–she sat looking at him in wonder. He smiled in seeing her innocence and her apparent surprise in the novelty of it–until she began to play with the suds. He noted she was still a little girl in many ways and he was able to tap into it. Though she may have thought it was childish rubbish–she allowed him his desire to do these innocent things when he wanted. He heard the throaty sounds of her laughter as she discovered the pleasure inherent in something so simple. He. Being 22, you would say I’m still a youngin’ on the bar scene. In just one year I had visited many straight bars and never really had any luck. I couldn’t tell if it was my character, appearance, or lack of social skills, heh – maybe a combination of all possibilities. Whatever it was, it furthered my curiosity for a shemale. Finally, that curiosity built up so much, there was no tolerance left to hide those emotions. I headed to a bar for these ordeals.Chapter 2 – Order UpThis bar looked.