He didn't trust the pockets on the shorts, what ifsomeone pick pocketed him or the money fell out? The shorts were madefor women and had shallow pocke...s, no wonder ladies had purses.What if the first thing I get is a purse? He thought to himself. Itwould be better than the briefcase and look more natural, he was a girlnow. A girl with a purse was better than a girl with a briefcase.The thought of carrying a purse, though, sort of bothered him. He stillthought of himself as a man, wearing a. ..hmm I liked the feel of it. He undid his belt & pulled his trousers down around his thighs so I could play with his cock over his tight black boxer shorts. I could feel him getting harder & I wanted to see it & feel it. I told him I was going to have to put my hand inside his boxers & I slipped it under the waistband and gripped his cock. He pulled the boxers down, revealing a nice thick cock, a big swollen cock head and a pair of tight cum filled balls. I wanked him a little and he moaned,. He didn't want to face it.Sanchez forced him to. "Tank three is gone," he said solemnly. "Apparently they got a burn-through." Tank three was part of their platoon. It had been in its own prepared hull-down position just thirty meters away. The crew were three people they'd known since the beginning days of the 17th ACR, people they'd trained with, had gotten drunk with, had been friends with. Now they were gone, erased in an instant."Motherfuckers," Zen said, his eyes narrowing behind his. Luckily for me I had a job where I started early and came home mid afternoon. I had the whole house to myself for a few hours every day and what else is there for a man to do on his own but wank. Every day for the first month I wanked. It was great as I had a selection of used panties to sniff and taste. Every day there were fresh pairs in the wash basket. So today we a little different.I locked the door as normal and went to the wash basket and picked out my sister in laws panties from the.