”While my manly instincts were to go in front, my survival instincts were to stay behind. I just nodded. She flicked the lock and cracked the door. ... looked out with her. Our towels were still on the floor in the hallway, but it was otherwise empty. We slowly crept down the hallway. No irate Irish father jumped out at me. Or did the Irish use shotguns? We went down the stairs slowly, with Kelly leading the way.In the living room, Mister O’Connor was seated, and glowering at me, red-faced. Mrs.. “Sure you can handle seeing these?” Denise said, cupping her tits in her hands.My friend sounded a bit nervous. I guess I would be, too, exposing that much of myself. And, of course, that could happen soon.“I’m waiting,” I said.Smiling, Denise reached around her back. Her bra went limp, then slid off her arms. She twirled it in the air over her head with an arm over her boobs. Then Denise launched it my way. I caught it, then put it on my side of the table.“Spoils of war, eh,” I quipped.Then. She didn’t look like what I thought a transgender would look like, she just looked like a regular young woman. No, she looked like a hot young woman. I looked in on myself, and knew I couldn’t judge. My first sexual relationship was with an older woman. It didn’t last, and I convinced myself to stay off the girls’ team, but after my marriage cratered, I’d find myself looking at men and women with equal interest. I smiled to myself, thinking I just might get one of each. Mike had done it, and it. Certainly one of my worries about the mothers finding out about me having sex with their girls had now disappeared, the opposite in fact, they seemed to be wanting me to tell them all about it, or maybe dare I dream, enjoying both the mums and daughters at the same time. Surely not, but as they say, fantasy can be stranger than fiction!!We had talked during the night between bouts of sex and love making and it turned out each mother had had sex with the other's daughter. On several occasions.