I've seen whole tram loads of femmies and centaurs chattering happily away then the whole car falls silent when an RG gets on. It's weird grandpa." Wh...t about centaur stallions?" Huh! They're OK. Nobody but nobody messes with those. It's nice though, because the femmies almost look upon them like policemen. If a stallion steps onto a tram the atmosphere relaxes immediately but the RG's don't like it. You can cut the tension with a knife. The stallions are great with the children though. Always. Now wear a hat, you got a hat or something?"I said, "No hats. How about a red scarf? I'll tie a red scarf around my neck, how's that?" Martin said, "Good, he'll be at the post office at nine. I expect you to give him real good head before he gets you here, too. Oh yeah, one more thing, baby: no panties or bra. You come out here ready to fuck. And wear a real short skirt, too. I want my boy to see that nasty, hot, cock-hungry cunt of yours when you get in the car."As he talked like that my pussy. You have an all afternoon meeting. I won't leave until then. By the time you're back I'll be here. We'll have dinner and go to your apartment. Okay?"Sue placed a hand on Trevor's and said, "Thank you. Thank you so much."Trevor stepped around Sue, holding his hands out. She took them and stood. Her eyes dropped and watched his fingers button the one she had missed and then tuck her blouse into her skirt. After he left, she stood there for a few minutes and then wandered towards the large window.. “What's so funny?” I asked her. “Your shirt,” she replied. “It's inside out.” I stared down and noticed that I was wearing my shirt the wrong way. “Aw, come on,” I groaned to myself. “Here, let's fix this problem,” she said. Becca turned towards me and helped me get the shirt off my body. “Now... where were we?” she remarked. At that moment, Becca removed the hoodie from my crotch. I was still erect and ready for more fun. Then Becca pulled her cheerleader shell off and tossed it back.