That wasn’t the case for my mystery woman, who had taken the time to snuggle up with a pillow, blanket and a open window full of the moon shining in... Her face only lit by the light coming from the full moon, gave her an angelic glow. I settled back into my seat, putting the airplane headset on the Jazz channel, hoping to drift off to sleep myself. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her — the stranger across the aisle. Other than an occasional stirring, she seemed so peaceful. As I continued to. Wefelt so bad for you. Here was a sweet boy, that really had every reasonto be a sweet girl! All three of us stayed up practically all nighttalking about it. We all came to the same obvious conclusion.You.........., Angie, with right training, and frame of mind, will make abeautiful woman!"My confidence was increasing. I still did not fully believe them. Wasthis some elaborate ruse to embarrass me? If it were, they certainly puta lot of time, effort, and MONEY behind it. But why? Comments made. Between the two of them my pants were stripped from my body along with my underwear. Fred still held me up of the ground and was now probing my buttocks with his hands and fingers. It seemed that every time I tried to scream or yell there was a clap of thunder that muffled my cry. Brent said 'if you hold him, I show will fuck him', Fred said 'if I hold him, I'm gonna fuck him first'. 'You can't hold him and fuck him at the same time, it ain't no way you can do that', chimed Brent. Fred said. He told them they could go and shower and warm up, but had to be down stairs by 1pm. I went up to the bedroom with my wife and she had a long warm bath. I could hear the front door opening and closing and assumed it was the guys going. At 1pm Dave called us all downstairs, instructing us to be naked. We went into the lounge and there were still plenty of guys, some of whom were not there the night before. The women gasped but Dave told them not to worry as they weren’t here for them …… he had.