Roc thought for a moment, then stood and began lift his kilt. A fellow soldier had advised him against wearing underwear for liberty, saying it would ...ust get in the way, so when Roc raised the hem, his mostly erect manhood popped into view. He could tell that the naked women were pleased because of the oohs and aahs coming from them. The women pretended to want to see if they could control Roc by flooding his brain with sexual impulses, but really they just wanted to ride that stallion. The. Anyway when we got back to her place she seemed to be a little more drunk than before think it was the fresh air. So she let us into the house we walked into the livingroom and her husband paul was sitting there having a few glasses of wine himself . Straight away i took a shine to him he eas a good looking man must have been about 50 with combed grey hair but looked as if he still looked after himself . So we sat for about an hour talking and drinking a few more classes of wine after her fisrt. ‘Yes, I think we need a change of venue,’ Peter said, appearing beside me. ‘The hell? Get away from me, you fucked-up psycho!’ I hadn’t meant to snap like that, but… a knife. The image of my last takedown returned to me, the knife cutting his throat, the blood pouring down like rain… I’d felt nothing at the time. But I remembered Windy’s knifepoint in my arm, and knives were suddenly scary. My gut twisted, I’d been in complete control when I walked in here, and now I wasn’t. I was a scared. Stanley went so far to say that i should just dump all my male clothes and be the total female i always wanted to be. Yes i preferred dressing in a feminine nature but was realistic as i had a mans body a side from having tits that more resembled a woman's. Stanley loved my big male tits and loved making my nipples so erect that they could poke your eye out if you weren't careful. Stanley also loved watching me go back and forth across the hall dressed in just bra and panties. I knew one day.