The first shot from there spun around an officer studying a map, throwing his hat one way and his map the other, dropping him to his knees with his ha...ds at his throat. I hit two more men from there before I started drawing fire and again had to abandon my position. By sundown I was in my fifth tree and had expended all the balls I had made for my rifle. I had not counted the number of men I had hit that day but knew I had done as ordered since few men wearing officer's hats were showing. I started to get hard and she worked her way around my cock. She started moving her hands up and down, stroking it. She took one hand and started massaging my balls and pretty soon I started panting as I was ready to explode. “Rachel, I’m about to cum.” I said.She nodded and continued jacking me off. After a few seconds, my cock swelled and my first shot of cum shot out. “CUMMING!!” I yelled as burst after burst of my cum shot off and splattered all over her face, shirt, and hands.After what. What I would do is dress in lingerie under my street clothes and strip down once I got into a booth. There was one ABS that had booths with 8"x8" gloryholes in each wall, with sliding doors that latched to allow or deny contact. Both booths had to open their sliding door to allow access. It was especially good during summer, when I'd wear a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals with bra and panties underneath. They were always a matching set - an ass slut has to have some standards. When it was cold I'd. I threw away with all my outfits—wigs, shoes, dresses and under garments. Now that Rita is reborn—new clothes, shoes and whatever. FUN One night we watch BBC America—they had a great program on Transvestites, and the spouses. It was great and how the wife to explain her feelings about her mate’s dressing. Not feeling threaten or put off about. My live-in girlfriend said it was very disgusting and men should not be allowed to do it. I ask why? She said it was not right (lame excuse) and no man.