And just as things were settling down, I thought I'd throw some gas on the fire, and muddy the waters, if I can mix my metaphors. I brought up the qu...estion of gender identity.You see, I am transgender. Well, not outwardly, anyway. I used to crossdress. A lot. And thee was a point where I considered taking hormones, and going full-time. That feeling has never gone away, even though I've learned to ignore it.And I'm bisexual, too. And like my gender issues, I don't act on them any more. . OMG.. This guy is good.. He is talking nasty then back on my hole, then talking nasty.. Over and over this goes on.. All the while I have his rally fat 8"+ dick down my throat.. Pretty soon I am being rolled over and his face is still buried in my ass, while he is pulling on my dick and balls. He has me so horny I am willing to let him do any thing he wants with me. I am asked if I like his dick and all I can say is it is perfect while I am watching the two guys on the screen.. I feel him pry. After careful consideration we determined that it would be better for the squad to fill the spot vacated by Beth rather then to try to change our routines with one less girl. Unfortunately it would change multiple routines and we feel that could affect us too much in our upcoming competition. Upon evaluation of the freshman squad on Wednesday and the junior varsity squad last night I determined that you would be the best candidate to fill Beths spot. So if you are willing, you will begin. “Sir, would you happen to be armed?” Pat grinned into the man’s gasping, straining face.“Uh ... huhunh.” Adams grunted.“Would that be a ‘yes’ grunt or a ‘no’ grunt, sir?” Pat asked.“Uh ... ahhh ... NO! Dammit! I’m hurt, here!” Adams gasped.“As long as you’re not armed, sir, which would be a danger to both your own good self, and to us, your protecting officers, sir. We’d be pleased to send someone around to push, or tug, as the situation may warrant. Your choice, sir. Which would it be? Push?.