'What do you mean', I retorted?'Get your pants off girl, your going next.'I'm not in the mood', I said somewhat timorously.Sandra was building, indica...ing she was almost through with the boy, 'Oh God', she moaned, and Jilly scowled at me, 'You're next girl, we are all in this together', then as Sandra exploded, Jilly rose with menaces, 'You're fucking next'.I swallowed hard, both Jilly and Sandra were big ladies, shapely but strong, well trained with a no nonsense attitude.She was still nude. After a couple of minutes we eased apart and sat down again. I lit a couple of cigarettes and passed one to her and we just sat quietly side by side. ‘Will you go and talk to her?’ Mum asked eventually, ‘She might listen to you, I don’t think I am her favourite person tonight.’ I left Mum sitting there and went upstairs. What I really wanted to do, was to stay with her, hold her close and comfort her, make love to her and make everything right again. I also knew that Emma was probably feeling. I had long fantasised aboutdoing the walk before getting the courage to actually do one.I am a late 50's bisexual Transvestite, very submissive and to be honesta bit of a tart. I love tight lace up corsets, stockings, high heels,just the normal sexy clothes that girls can wear. I like to be out inpublic, to be seen as a woman, I like to have men admire me, desire meand of course to have me.I started to plan my walk by deciding where I would like to go and whatI would like to happen. I live in. It was time to leave and the cab had arrived. We were greeted at the door by Claire. A nice pair of mini shorts. Never saw her in anything else than a uniform so it was a new discovery. Very pleasant. The tank top was a sweet view too. As she directed us to her living room, we followed her and Rebecca had her eyes on her ass. It was so exciting seeing her watch and even more as she directed my gaze to look too. She brought shot glasses to go with the tequila we had in hand. They made.