"Promise me just one thing?" she sobbed."Anything." Don't treat me like I'm a child," she begged. "I'm 19 years old, my parents are dead. My boyfriend...is an uncaring Philistine ... and I'm sooo horny!" I picked her up and she squeaked ... I'd goosed her with one of the blanks. " Get me inside and go put the damn things in the Artifacts Tent. The professor can have two shocks in the morning. And don't peek."I pushed open the tipi door and carried her over to the bed, started to lay her down on. Jean was the wife, a full-bodied, dark-haired hussy only about five feet high, and Georgia was the slim daughter with light brown hair and longer legs. Within a day or two they had both sized me up and were doing some serious flirting and accidental rubbing when we passed. I decided they both needed it. I certainly did.I cornered Georgia first out in the barn after she has been gathering eggs at the chicken coop. She put down her basket and came into my arms quietly, raised up on her toes, and. " Gigi confessed. "You were meant to be a redhead!"Several raps at the front door signaled the arrival of the other members of the circle jerk club.First came Robbie and Terry. They were simple cross dressers like Gigi and I. Then came Billie Jean and Jilly Girl. These two were genuine hormone taking she males with very real and very becoming lady breasts. The pair were singers whoput on quite a show at one of the areas better gay bars.After some brief chit chat the six of us made our way. Waking the sleeping kids gently I cajoled them into washing their faces and brushing their teeth before going complaining and exhausted to bed. As I kissed them goodnight and closed their bedroom doors, I sighed with relief then went to the bedroom to bathe and change out of Lisa’s tight clothes. I relaxed in the hot, deep water for a long time, letting it soothe my aching back, legs and hips as it washed away the last traces of Paul’s juices from the outside of my body. I could only imagine.