All of this made it ridiculously easy for me to pass, when I dressed asa girl. I probably didn't even really need to wear makeup, although Ialways did... A couple of the friends I'd made at the tranny bar hadasked, since I passed so easily, why wasn't I more 'out'? The answer wassimple. I was scared shitless of being discovered.There's a theory that people with the most developed imaginations makethe worst soldiers. This is simply because they are able to imagine,with great vividness, every. Fuck the living shit out of me." "Fuck you good? You want that?" "Fuck me. Put that dick in me and fuck my brains out. Put it in. Put that shit in me now. Fuck me right now." I put it in nice and slow and I fucked her until she took screaming to another level. Her fingernails. With such an arsenal at my disposal, I didn’t anticipate her own perceptiveness where I was concerned. It was my mistake. I woke up this morning to the delicate scent of vanilla subtly invading my senses. I stirred in an attempt to regain my prior sleeping state, but the scent only grew stronger. Battling sleep-heavy eyelids, I peered through slightly squinted eyes to deduce what was going on. Aha. Her long hair, so lovingly brushed out last night after her shower, was now tousled across my. Bobby didnt waste any time at all reaching for his pants and stripping them off, then his shirt. I followed. We lay there in the buff for a moment taking in the sight of each others bodies. Bobby was so sexy, dark skinned all over, no hair anywhere but a small patch circling his hard cock. Perfectly smooth skin and just enough muscle tone to highlight his thin limbs. His ass was absolutely perfect, tiny like mine but perfectly round and begging me to fuck it RAW!!! I moved in closer and pressed.