We startedto talk like girls during our lovemaking sessions. Telling each otherthe kind of guys we'd like to pickup and what we would do to them in,so...me of the sluttiest scenarios you could imagine.As time passed we had Franny's (My Husband) dressing to a science. Hecould do his own make-up and nails and he developed a female voice(using a British accent). I started taking him in public slowly. First acar ride, then a walk in the park, then strutting through the busieststreets downtown. He did. I was sheltered and babied. Spoiled by my mother and father both. Not that I minded but this is the reason for college girl goes wild episodes like this one.I was also by this time, pretty gone. I remember the night in vast detail, probably because it was a fantasy coming true, probably also due to the fact that between gyrating pelvis's, I had tossed up green beer in the women's bathroom.They took me outside, and I waved at the bartender, and at the waitress, smiled at the band and went with. With the floor at 25 degrees they both slid screaming into the darkness below.In the centre of Love Creek the remaining citizens had holed up in the town hall. The bugs were only apparently attacking adults; something they didn't understand but all the same were grateful for. The windows had been boarded with furniture and anyone with a firearm was using the small cracks in the furniture to fire out at the creatures laying siege. The scene outside was one of chaos. The night was filled with. We didn't do it very often because it's not something I do on the spur of the moment and most of the time we didn't want to interrupt our sex long enough for me to use the enema bag to wash out the ole poop tube. (Oh, come on! You didn't really think that porn stars just walked onto a set, agreed to get ass fucked and simply jumped into bed did ya? Believe me, from experience I can tell you that a good enema or two can save you from a real shitty mess. Pun intended... LOL) Knowing when Jason.