He gasped and ranround to the back of the guard post and in seconds, it seemed, I heardthe furious clatter of a horse's hooves, loud, then dying away ...rapidly.The other two had more courage and stood with us, one trying to read mypass in the dim light. He was beginning to shiver and was rubbing hiseyes In vain. His eyesight would be dimming. In a minute he was shakingviolently. In another he was unconscious at my feet.The other guard began reeling and staggering about until he toocollapsed on. You have put too much emphasis on something which isinsignificant. How does Jaun liking to wear women's clothing change whohe is? That does not change one thing about him and You know it doesn't.When I was a young girl, the man of my dreams was tall, ambitious ,and acollege grad. It turns out that the man of life is short, easy going anda carpenter. Dreams have a tendency of putting an emphasis on desiresinstead of what is necessary for happiness Then chasing yours wants canlead to them. I envied him.We worked in different towns at different companies and in different occupations but we always got together on Saturday mornings.We usually took his son to a ball game or to a park to play. Occasionally we would take his wife with us too, especially if it involved her wearing less clothing. I guess I need to explain that last remark. Samantha was a total and complete knockout, a perfect ten, and in today’s language a MILF. In other words Samantha was a fucking wet dream. If she was. She giggled and said sarcastically "Oh did that hurt, I'm sorry." SMACK! It came down on my ass. "Sit up again!"Without thinking I did what she said and was kneeling in front of her again with my back arched forwards and my hands behind me on the floor. "Aww, you lost your erection" she giggled. "I guess I get to cum first then" She then turned around and stuck her ass against my face, practically sitting right down on me. "Lick me SLUT!" Again I did what she ordered. My cock quickly grew hard.