And it turned out she was able to handle more than I had initially given her credit for! As I thrust into her, she grunted out her approval of what I ...was doing but she also asked for more!"Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Mr. Longfellow! Fuck your dirty whore! Harder! Fuck me harder! I want it all! Use my slutty whore pussy! Use me for your pleasure! Yes! Oh God, yes!"Where a girl her age learns to talk like a back alley street whore I don't know, but then I didn't question her on it, either. I simply gave. "Look! Don't try to lie to me! I ain't that stupid. I saw what happened,or at least enough to know that you aren't really a chic. I also knowwhy you turned yourself into a woman. I did some checking while I wasout and got the whole story about you." He really didn't but he knew howto play the game.She stammered for a moment. "Okay! I was trying to hide from the cops.It's a long story I'm sure you know all about it." Yeah I do. It don't matter to me. What does matter is that I havesomething on. ’ I reached into my arm pit, where there was a touch of perspiration and caressed my wife’s arm with a finger, all the while thinking ‘pleasure’. ‘O GOD! O FUCK!’ she gasped. ‘God I need you! Right now! She jumped off her seat and was immediately on her knees n front of me, unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock. After a long marriage she knew exactly how to please me. Her tongue teased the small area behind the base of my circumcised head making me instantly erect. She took it all down her. Awilda’s DI approached her as they were walking back from the ‘confidence’ course.“Recruit; as I’m sure you’ve heard; this week-end is the battalion martial arts tournament. In the past, we have never advanced past the first match; I would like to win it this time. I think you give us the best chance we’ve ever had. Can you handle it? Don’t you want a chance to rub their macho male attitudes into the dirt?“Ma’am; nothing would please me more, ma’am!”“Good; report to the pit at 0500 hours with.