Both of them had used the old machine for that a little -- curious about Eve's battle with gender identity, Emily had spent some time hitting websites...on the subject in the weeks following the reunion to learn a little more about it.But for now, the old machine was still in use, and Emily had put out her annual Christmas letters on it back at the first of the month. Letters, plural, since there were two different versions. One was to relatives and close friends, updating them on the normal. I could see men on the other nearby tables grinning and making comments to each other as they watched her masturbating herself. “Your slut going to do a turn mate,” one of them shouted over to Chas. “Yes, I recon so,” he replied. They all laughed and cheered.We watched the other girls for a while; Chas could see I was dying to be up there myself. This ended when the guy shouted “When’s your whore going to strip then,” “Right now then,” Chas said looking at me. I did not need to be told again. He pulled her closer and kissed her hair."You really are cute together," she said with a wistful smile. "Hey, you should come to my reception tomorrow night. It's an open bar!" Sorry, we have plans," Jason said."No we don't," Di said with a laugh. "We're gonna do the park tomorrow and then find someone around here to marry us." Here's your drinks," Curtis said as he sat a martini, beer, and coke on the counter. "Would you like to see the bar menu?" Can we just get a couple of steak sandwiches. We entered the house and headedinto the kitchen to see what the guys were up too. Well not surprisingly the bottle of Jamesonwas out with shots already lined up for everyone. Of course Jameson is like potato chips, youcan't just have one, so the shots were flowing freely and that was probably loosening up Debbiea little more and everyone else for that matter. The shots kept flowing which lead to the clothsbecoming looser and looser, as far as I'm concerned the more skin the better.Along with.