But, thanks to the skirt, for the first time I feltconfident enough that I could actually do anything I wanted to.But what did I want?To be a girl?Or...at least as close as I could get?After all, if there wasn't anyone around, nothing bad could happen to mefor doing it.But why would I want that?So much about me didnt make any sense. Why was I so anxious all thetime? Why did I need to feel safe in routine? And why did I suddenlyfeel better dressed in a skirt?Something had happened to me, didn't. "What are you doing with that? It is a confidential document and you have no right to have it in your possession." Calm down Mark." Ordered his father before turning to face me. "Sorry about that David, but let me thank you for attending this meeting."But Dad!" Whined Mark."Look Mark, David wrote that document so it can't really be that dangerous for him to have a copy."I decided to take that opportunity to have my say. Any thoughts about staying on were wiped away with Mark's. Her orgasm seemed to trigger another in Sophie, her legs locking around me, keeping me inside her anus, the muscles squeezing around my cock making me afraid I would cum too, but I managed to avoid it, and pulled out as soon as I could, sitting back and watching the two girls finish with each other, wondering how this evening was going to end. I was still watching them when I felt something cold and wet on my penis, as Katrina had knelt next to me and was rubbing me with a wet wipe. I asked her. As was the remembrance of her voice heard so clearly in her mind's ear, reassuring and comforting her. The memory of the image, touch and warmth of Binta's naked skin. She could almost feel her flesh against her fingers as she averted her gaze away from the calendar of semi-clad women on the office wall towards the clouds wisping through the deep blue sky. She smiled to herself again, as she did so often these days."You look pretty pleased with yourself!" remarked Khedra, popping by to leave an.