I would normally get the last train back to my West London bedsit,but Dave insisted I stayed at his apartment south of the river,so we went there.Bein...g very drunk,neither of us was shy talking about our private lives,& I told him I liked wearing womens clothes,& was in fact wearing a bra & panties as we spoke. Dave said he didn't belive me,so I removed my jumper & shirt exposing the black 36a bra underneath & dropped my jeans to prove my panties matched the bra, also showing my cock was bulging. Don’t think about it. Just keep your mouth shut and do it the Army way.”Sergeant Donaldson had told us all that the first thing that would happen was that we would go to the Reception Battalion to get sorted out. They would process us through, get us our uniforms, give us our haircuts, give us another physical and drug test, and run us through our physical assessment test. That meant we had to run a timed mile and do a bunch of pushups and stuff. Now, as I looked around me, I had to wonder. ”“Well, conservatories are one of the best ways to add value to a property,” said Susan. “Which is vital in today’s slow market.”“Shut up, Miss Property Expert,” I said.“I was only offering the benefit of my vast knowledge.”“You were showing off.”“Well, yeah. That too. Did I mention we’re up for the East of England Estate Agent of the Year award?”“Once or twice,” said Tom.“Anyway,” Susan continued. “Maggie is as bad as Bob. You never used to see her in any other outfit than her micro-mini and. I found that orgasms while stimulating my ass were fantastic. It was from this discovery that I formulated this fantasy. It involves a friend of mine, who we'll name Marcus. Marcus and I have always been good friends. We shared things, we had deep conversations, we helped each other. We were pretty close. As we got closer, often I would look at my friends differently, just to see if I was attracted to them, sexually. Often, I concluded that I wasn't. I had never met a guy I was attracted to.