“Excuse me. My friends and I are crossdressers and were looking for nice outfits to wear to Pink Pussycats.The other three young sailors baulked; th...eir faces crimson with embarrassment.“Of course you are dear, I could tell. We get your type in here all the time. Now let me help you. Come on Velma lets help these young fellows choose some nice dresses.”Velma went to the door and flicked the sign over to ‘closed’ and locked it.“There, now have some privacy; let’s get you lot sorted,” she. Lewis to be sexy in her own way. Butwhat she saw today was a changed woman. The housewifewas decked out in leather sex gear, including thigh-high boots, garters and a bustier which cupped only thebottom of her full round tits, leaving the nipplesexposed. What made Carly gasp, though, was the thick,long dildo jutting out from the woman’s crotch, alreadyglistening.“I’ve been waiting all afternoon for you Carly. Whydon’t you come in and visit for a while?”Beth Simpson. Now I would like you to get on your elbows and knees on the ground, not on your bed. Take your hand again and I want you to start fucking yourself with two of your fingers. And when I say fucking I mean hard. Tell me when you are getting close to cumming. I got off my bed and got onto the floor. It was not uncomfortable, I had some soft carpet. My panties kept getting more wet from my saliva. It felt a little funky but I kinda liked it, and I also liked that I was making him happy. I went onto. It was easy for us riders, at least. I didn’t ask the horses. We got there in the late afternoon and the decision to stay for the night was easy.Epper’s Mill wasn’t large enough to have a tavern with rooms for rent, but there was a blacksmith/farrier/veterinarian who took care of the village’s animals, and he could take care of our horses for a night. There was a sort of shopkeeper who brewed a rather nasty ale, and he would cook for visitors if there weren’t too many of us. There was nowhere.