The front door swings open and you stand there. I look down to see your big mean cock,my passion to suck him and to wrap my wet thick lips around...him intensifies. You grab me by my hair and lead me to a chair so you can sit."Your going to suck my cock as long as I want bitch",you tell me dominatly. You strip my shirt off and go directly for my weak spots.My sensitive nipples.Maybe I made the mistake of letting you know my secrets.You turn me around and smack my ass hard. "Curt, me boy, you're well on the way to love, bypassing infatuation. Don't wait until you're old and realizing what you've lost." The mental voice apparently has a library that isn't available to the rest of my brain.When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true,But one man. " I mean no disrespect to his memory," said Moose. "And I'd never call him names in front of people -- never. But the make-up and the panties... what do you call that?" Transvestite," I answered."Same thing," Moose said."Not really," I replied. "Transvestites still like girls, they just also... like wearing girl's clothes." Whatever," said Moose shaking his head with irritation.I should've just shut up."Gabe was a crossdresser," I continued. "He was probably just as straight as you or I, and. He had the two women marching in front of him, and he noticed a ting of a yellow line on both of the women’s panties, exactly in the same spot on both women, low on the left butt cheek just before the curve to the back of the thigh.Bambino stared and thought as he walked. Where the women carrying contraband in their panties? It wasn’t just the yellow color. When he looked closely, Bambino could see a small bulge under the yellow line. What could these women be possibly carrying in their.