Only you can see me, on my back, and my hand moving down my rounded tummy, and playing with the lace along the top of my knickers.I slide a fingertip ...nto the band, and close my eyes. I wish it was your fingertip. I wonder how it would feel for your cock to be slipping in, feeling the soft lace, and throbbing hot against my smooth skin. But it's not time for your cock just yet. Perhaps later...Fingers. Probing, teasing, wriggling down, past the lace band, they push down to the top of my. The dance started off very slowly as the WRAC’s whowere coming from the next camp, some distance away,were late in arriving. There were a few officer’s wivesand daughters but the men far outnumbered the women, soVy was in great demand for dances.As the evening drew on, it was clear that something waswrong and that the girls were not going to arrive. Atlast it was announced that there had been an accident,nothing serious but as it had delayed them so much andas a lot of the girls. HE PULLED ME DOWN ONTO A LARGE TREE THAT HAD FALLEN AND WE SAT UPON IT WATCHING THE SUN FALL AND HE GRABBED ME IN HIS ARMS AND KISSED ME AND I NEVER REALLY EVEN FELT THE COLD. AND I STARTED TO RUB THE FRONT OF JEANS THAT WERE BECOMING TIGHTER AS WE KISSED. HE SAID THAT IT WAS TOO COLD OUT HERE FOR PLAYING AND I SAID IT WAS TOO COLD FOR YOU BUT NOT FOR ME. I SAID THAT YOUR COCK WILL BE IN MY PUSSY AND NOT IN THE COLD THAT I WAS THE ONE THAT WAS GOING TO HAVE MY ASS IN THE COLD WHILE YOU POUNDED. I danced with the gyrating motions of a teenage girl. But itwas all a sham, and the emptiness in my soul only grew greater. I want tobe the woman I am inside, not just have some of the mannerisms of one. Iwant to be one of the girls screaming in the audience, not the singeronstage at whom they are screaming."I tried, Augie, I really tried to overcome it. I even put my career onhold and joined the army in the hope of making myself into the ?real man'I was supposed to be. But it was no use. And.