He is hard again as we laugh, two perfect strangers sharing one of natures more sacred moments together, no vows or sacred marriage rights, just naked...and masturbating, a willingness to relax and be natural, of course I was horny when I awoke and needed sexual relief, and my kink could be found online with a little search, every morning a mind blowing and deeply satisfying orgasm, with a different man from a different part of the world, but some mornings, like this morning, I wanted something. We happened to be in the shop by ourselves that evening, I must have looked nervous and he was just bored I think. During the conversation he looked me square in the eyes and told me that their biggest customer base was crossdressing men. He also laugh as he told me that the staff knew this and would just smile at the old "its for my wife" routine. I must have had a shocked look on my face, as with out skipping a beat he looked at me and asked if I wanted to step into the dressing room and try. Why would you even want to know?”Him: “I don’t know. It was just a passing thought. Some silly male curiosity, I guess. Men do wonder about such things, in case you didn’t know. I realize it’s all in the past, like yesterday’s meal, but history is a fact. I love you for who you are, but who you are is also what you’ve done. Does that make sense?”Her: “Yes, I can see that. I don’t mind telling you, but for that many years it’s hard to remember with a lot of details. Many were like an average. "Finally he realised who it was who was speaking. "Captain Harper? Yes Captain Harper, Ben Harper. I thought I recognised you. You were on General MacArthur's staff in the Philippines. As I remember it you were his procurer — although pimp has such a nicer ring to it." His arms gripped by the men beside him, left him defenceless against the flurry of blows to his body and face."For you information I am a Major now and it is my duty to seek out and neutralise traitors such as yourself. If only.