It's about doing what's right for America. It's aboutputting country first. And right now, right at this moment, I am notright for America." And you'...e telling me a guy who pals around with terrorists is rightfor America?" That's crap, and you know it. It's bad enough we've been saying thatkind of stuff on TV, don't tell me you actually believe it yourself." But I do. Sincerely. That's why I supported putting that into the newmemories." You did *what*?" The older man's anger redoubled. . ’ The contact of her pelvis rubbing on the head of my already agitated penis was beginning to have its effect on me. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about what was happening while hoping my dick would go back to sleep. Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell my prick and the truck to cooperate with me. A few more bumps later and it was fully awake. "Is that…?" Joni said to me. "Yes." I answered, embarrassed. "Well, can't you do something about it?" she asked. "I’m trying, but its pretty. "You smell good, but I want to see that young virile body", she said.I swiftly removed my shirt, unbuttoned my pants and grabbed then waist band."Let me do that", she demanded, before dropping to her knees and ripped my shorts straight down to the ankles.She reached up and grabbed my cock before engulfing the entire length in one swallow. I heard her humming as she hummed me. After a minute she popped it out of her mouth saying,"I love tasting cock, but I'd rather have my pussy eat it. Enough playing we still have about 8 more dresses tophotograph yet," said William.I walked back still revelling in the feel of this wonderful dress andthen back to the changing area. Over the next couple of hours I was inheaven changing from one dress to another, wearing different petticoatsas required. What I loved most was as I changed having to strip to mylingerie. How on earth could I have changed from a normal guy into whatI now was - a guy who was happy wearing panties, stockings and.