With my hand placed over my groin, I crossed my legs and rubbed over my sweet spot.I let my head fall back and arched my back slightly. This is so bad... I can’t believe I am doing this. But I couldn’t help relish how good it felt!My naked sister flashed again in front of my eyes. It’s all her fault. I was fighting the temptation to strip away my clothes and pleasure my body. The clothes make things less interesting.My body felt flushed with hormones coursing through my veins. It was getting. Smith & Wesson .38 are gonna have us a hell of a loud conversation!”As he spoke, that skinny black fella pulled up his shirt revealing a gleaming revolver. Well hell, I didn’t serve three tours as an MP in ’Nam for nothing! My body was well-tuned, hard as a rock, and strong as a bull. I placed one of my hands against that fella’s chest and shoved with the force uncoiling spring-steel. At the same time, my other hand lifted the revolver from his exposed waistband. In almost slow-motion. ..***************************************************Michelle heard the door knock, just before 10am her heart was in her mouth with nerves – he had come! In her mind, she knew he would – just as he knew she would be there.She opened the door, and smiled “Hello Mr Smith, do come in” - his pictures had depicted him so well, tall, dark, broad - almost Mediterranean looking. Adam smiled back - “Hello Mrs Smith” his eyes danced over her body, wrapped in Ivory silk.The room smelt lovely, her IPod. The magazine was older and had obviously been flipped through numerous times. "You don't have to lie to me bud, your secret is safe with me," I said. Little did he know I had my own secrets to hide. I had been crossdressing for about five years almost daily, even shaving my legs during the summer so I could wear a bikini or one piece at the beach. I was kind of tall (almost five eleven) very thin, had long legs and a cute round ass, little body hair and very feminine facial features. I.