He had almost reached safety. He fell to the stony river bank, grabbing at air, tried to stand, covering the gushing hole in his chest with his hands,...and then fell on his face and was still. I reloaded and waited for someone to respond to the shots, but no one came.Early on Wednesday morning, I was in the treeline as Cornwallis's baggage train topped a hill along the road to Williamsburg, followed by cattle, African slaves, and the hundred or so camp followers that trooped along behind it. I. .. where shall I start?”“The beginning.”“Okay, so I started to cross dress when I was a teenager, though it was just underwear and not that often. As I got older it became easier to dress more frequently. After my divorce, I had the chance to dress every week. I got makeup, shaved my body, got high heels, jewellery, wigs, perfume. I used to put a mirror next to me and sit looking at myself for hours.”“And what about sex. Did you ever think about having sex with a guy with yourself as the girl,. He couldn't be more than 20 years old. Clad in a form fitting T-shirt that emphasized every muscle, the young man sent a quiver between her loins."Well, I'm looking for ... I mean I was interested in..." Sharon began, suddenly feeling embarrassed.Seeing her face turn red, the young man smiled even broader. It was a common occurrence in the store. People were really funny sometimes."Were you looking for a vibrator or a dildo?" He asked."Well, I'm not sure." came Sharon's response. "To be honest,. "You're gonna love it." He stroked my lower back and eased his cock into my tight asshole.Pain ripped through me and I squealed like a stuck pig. He pushed deep until his balls presses against mine and then grabbed my hips as his friend gripped the sides of my head. My body rocked between them as if I was stuck in the vortex of a whirlpool. Saliva dripped from my chin and my cock muffled grunts and groans sounded distant and detached.I heard my wife cry out in obvious ecstasy and I felt my cock.