It must have been the first time I did that. The Friday after New Years. I got an assortment and brought it in. It was my time of the month. Must have... been then. I can't prove anything, but it didn't happen to any of the other ladies until much later. I'm sure that was it. The strawberry filling.I love strawberry. The other ladies had chocolate or whatever, but I took a strawberry-filled one, and Suzanne had the other one. Well, she took it home. She was saving it for a treat. Her time started. The park is very large, but has a secluded area at the far end. Not very many people go there, except for (mostly) lonely men. I've never seen cops there. When I drove in there was only one car there. A middle aged man was lying on a blanket getting some sun. He is quite good looking, slim and with a lot of gray chest hair, which I love. He was only wearing some loose shorts. I was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. I slowly approached him. He smiled and said hello. I ask if I could lie. Like yesterday afternoon when I was reading and Sam came up beside me and leaned over to see my book and her blouse fell open a little. I’d turned my head in a totally hypocritical effort to pretend I wasn’t looking down her front and my lips met hers in a kiss that was a little more than friendly, a little more than sisterly. In that instant before the kiss I saw everything and the view was perfect. Yeah, boobs.Sam poked me.“Hey, I asked you a question.”“What do you want to know?”“Was she. He became fascinated and entranced by the images of thetransvestites. They wore sexy skirts and blouses made from silk, taffeta,lace, nylon, lycra and satin. They wore sexy lingerie: bustieres, garter-belts, suspenders and diaphanously sheer nylon stockings or pantyhose andsilky panties. Their makeup was heavy and feminised their male featuressuch that most of them could pass as real women unless you looked veryclose. They wore high-heels: pumps, sandals, court-shoes and boots. "They.