Joe had fantasized about a group sex scene between the passengers of the airplane, but putting on a show for everyone with Darla hadn't crossed his mi...d. Still, when Darla pressed her lips to his and fondled his erection over his Levi's, he did something he'd wanted to do many times since he'd met her. He moved his hands up Darla's smooth, shapely legs on the outside of her thighs, up under her dress until his hands cupped the globes of her world-class ass, an ass that rivaled his. I have a grand plan that will test the limits of the secret part of my secret sissy habit. I did a really good job on my makeup (I watched some "how to" videos on youtube) and headed out to the gay health club. Once there, I put on my pink wig, pink glasses, gray and black bra, black panties (silky), black garter belt with clips, my favorite pink sissy clitty ring, and sheer black thigh high stockings while getting ready in the locker room. I was approached immediately by multiple men (all. The day outside the doorway he was standing in was very gray and bleak as rain was still bucketing down from the heavens.“What the f...” the man started to say but never got to finish.“You heard me fella! Git your sorry ass outa here or I’ll blow yuh head off!”Those very demanding words were coming from a little mound of oilskin that resembled a raincoat standing only ten feet away in the pouring rain. Sticking out of that crumpled old oilskin raincoat was the barrel of some sort of shotgun. Yeah. That sounded pretty good.She yawned again, and fought the urge to settle down and go back to sleep. There was probably something she had to do; there usually was. She was the star of the campus, after all. Gorgeous and intelligent, her auburn hair falling to her knees; always well kept and immaculate. She took great pride in her hair, as well as the rest of her body too. Maybe it was true that her boobs weren't as big as some of the other girls, and maybe she wasn't a slut like others..