This gave her an enormous sense ofsatisfaction.While there she browsed the rack with tights and stockings. This wassomething she'd always wanted to do... but always felt people would thinkshe was a pervert when dressed a man. Odd that she thought. You oftenshe women looking through men's underwear in shops. No one thinks that'sstrange. You assumed they were buying for there men, or you just didn'tcare. After all, not exactly exciting are they, men's boxers. The onlytime he used to feel. At last his thinking returned to normalenough for him to read the card.It said, "Johnny Johnson AKA Big Johnson. Adult Dancer. Available forAll Occasions. Can be a Cowboy, Construction Worker, Policeman."Below that was a phone number. Emery gazed at the printed words. Hesmiled. Laughed. At himself. At the scene he had just played in.And at life in all its complexity, and how quirky and accommodating itcan sometimes be.He thought, 'Happy Halloween, Emily. You lucky girl.'*********"We. She'd get to the girl later in the evening.She stood up and shed her robe, stood proudly and sexily in a hipshot pose drawing the male eyes. She was happy with her re- awakened body, with its newly aroused facets, and would glory in its uses to both male and female. For she could love and be loved by both sexes, and that was more than she had ever believed before.Holding out her arms, she sway-hipped toward Chuck Baker, and saw the rising of his prick as he advanced to meet her. A step to her. “No, I went to her apartment. She gave me her phone number the day I went to see Janet. I had no idea they were sisters until Janet told me.”“Please tell me that she looks healthy now. She was so thin - she looked sickly.”“She looks just like you, except for her face and her height. She’s twenty-nine and she’d never had a dick in her pussy until that evening.”“If I know my son, she loves his cock and she now loves to fuck any way she can get his cock in her pussy.”“Boy, does she ever - and she.