This fucking guy doing the broadcast apparently thought Laura was famous and kept focusing the camera on us—I checked the broadcast later and they e...en said the wrong name, fucking morons. Even the players were eyeballing her, though. She was just sitting there petrified through the entire game, clinging to Will tight like she thought someone was gonna try to take her away.I felt bad for her, even given the situation. She was fucking terrified. Even when we were leaving, she wanted to go to the. An attentivestudent, he soon picked up the art of elegance in high heels, but Ioften wondered if he wanted to take it further. After all, he'd told mehe wanted to be a woman, not just to dress as one; or try and adopt somestereotypically over-feminine, giggly mannerisms when he cross-dressed.When I mentioned this one evening, he smiled knowingly."I'm me, I'm a woman. I don't need to try and act like one," he said."I'm just me."Maybe I stared a moment, then smiled. He'd just made perfect sense. ” “Try me.” “I should, I should, get you to break off this…” I snapped another picture. Her expression changed and she glanced around nervously. “Somebody could walk past.” “We’ve never seen anybody down here, ever, and not on a weekday.” I snapped another shot. “Wait,” she blurted, agitated now, her palm jacked out at me. “You are so beautiful.” “Yeah, right,” she muttered, looking around again and then turning her back to me. “…I don’t believe I’m even considering this.” I clicked a photo.. 'I arch my back and you remove them, exposing my hardness to the summer sky. You push me back down onto the blanket, and stand above my head legs astride, allowing me to capture your image. You indicate for me to move the camera, and you lower yourself until we are lips to lips, and I lap at your honey , tasting your sweetness, loving the taste of your essence. With obvious difficulty you move back off my probing tongue and mount me, sliding down my bat-pole slowly, making good use of the.