Oh there's noquestion he hides it very well, in fact I'd say he'sbeen cross dressing for years, but...." She examined thescreen for several seconds, "...ep, no doubt about it,that's a man all right." She turned and walked out ofhis office glancing back and smiling mysteriously asshe closed the door behind her. Dan once again paused the video, and stared at thevision on the screen. Could it be? Surely not, howcould anyone so beautiful possibly be a man? SurelySam was mistaken, but then as she. "Deep in conversation. David's trying to flirt with Lynn but she's having none of it." Sara laughed. Sam smiled wryly. He knew inside it was hypocritical of him to feel jealous of Lynn simply talking to David when he himself was in a long standing, passionate affair with Sara, but he wouldn't have been a man if he could have helped it. Sara crossed to the sink and placed the cups one by one into the warm soapy water as Sam washed. Their fingers touched. They both paused and Sara slowly drew. In December of nineteen-forty one it was a big runway with a handful of buildings that served the needs of the US Navy about seven-hundred and fifty miles beyond Pearl Harbor.All one could see, looking out the windows of the Air Corps Ferrying Command aircraft, was the Pacific Ocean. Johnston Island was so small that you couldn’t see it except for straight on. The pilots had a clear view of our destination, but the rest of us had to go on faith. As the war progressed, these smaller airfields. My pants were full of cum in just a few minutes. I’d seen girls at work, girls shopping, but I’d never seen girls as skimpy-dressed as this (apart from bikinis on the beach of course, rare though that was). Skirts so short, low-cut tops. Even in cold weather, though I had to often wait for hours, most times a girl or girls would walk along, despite the cold, showing so much I’d soon spunk my pants. What puzzled me most about this, and always had done seeing girls on the beach in bikinis.