“Thank you, Sir?” Mary wiped at a tear.“My sister’s son was part of that last one. You brought them all home alive. Thank you, Admiral Kennedy.... I am sure there are a lot of mothers that appreciate your success.” Admiral Wiggins smiled again.“Thank you. Gentlemen, who is responsible for putting my man in Marine Corp Dress Blues?” Mary was laughing.“The President thought it was a good idea and I did too.” General Nell smiled, “He thought we might stop a civil war.”“Damn, he looks good!” Mary. "I don't want to," I softly offered. "Nonsense. You will strip rightnow."With that, she got up out of her chair and came over to me.I had no choice. I reluctantly sat down in a chair and took off my shoesand sox's.All of the women gasp when they saw my pink toenails.It became worst when I dropped my pants.There I stood, in front of them, in my pink thong!They all had their mouths open.Finally, when I took off my shirt, they all cheered.For what was standing in front of them was truly a feminine. Her name was Carole, she was French, and hot as fuck. Whenever I was round there I would flirt with Carole, my mind racing about how I would have liked to have been balls-deep in her pussy. She was average height, with perky tits, fantastic legs, dark hair and eyes, and a naughty smile. One day, Anne and Carole were at work and I was home alone, horny as hell. A thought occurred to me, and with my cock absolutely rock hard, I went into Carole's bedroom and went through her laundry basket. Stig was not intimidated, he knew he would play a spectators role in this and that suited him fine. They had already agreed that he would remain passive unless the other woman approached him. He felt quite exhilarated about the idea. Just sitting in a chair watching and masturbating. Apparently the talk went smooth, Lene was short and straight to the point. She like the girl and told her what she wanted, she wanted to go into one of those private cubicles and let the girl have her way with her..