.." I said. He nodded. My nana had had breast cancer. Theywere mastectomy scars. "What, what, what happened?" I knew men couldhave breast cancer. I re...embered doing a breast cancer walk back inLondon, for my grandmother, and seeing the men walking too. "Did youhave cancer? That's nothing to be ashamed of."He picked up his shirt and started to put it on. "It's not cancer." Then, what? Why? What happened?"I saw the tears in his eyes, those beautiful eyes. "You promised. Thatyou wouldn't hate me.. Perched on the sink was a woman with her legs spread holding another womans head to her crotch and guiding her tongue all over her pussy. I watched and answered the call of my own urge to jerk off as these two grown women kissed and worked each other to an orgasm. When the show was over everyone left and I was finally left alone to poke around. My cock was getting sore from all of the action and my nuts felt like they had been hit with a crow bar but what I saw made my prick stand up again.. ..I could barely eat, though the added bonus was that I'd probably be ableto tighten my corset just that little more! I wanted to feel so sexy onthat Saturday!Friday afternoon and much or the evening was spent planning andpreparing, not only my outfit and underwear, but in getting my homeready. I wanted it spotless and just right.I took down and hid away anything that indicated anything 'male', fromphotos, books and pictures. I'd even bought fresh flowers that morningand placed a couple of. I waited long. The place of the rain had now been taken by snow. Hours had passed. Suddenly the target appeared. I pressed the trigger. Pulled the bolt, chambered another round, and fired again. Two bullets. Four enemies down. Suddenly the target was all alone. He looked stunned, like he just saw a miracle happened. Maybe he did. I quickly shouldered the rifle, the same old Baikal I had, and rushed to secure the target. I pulled my pistol out, and aimed at the target. I approached, and took the.