I entered the hot tub, turned, reached out my hand, and helped her into the water. She gave a quick "Oooooh - HOT!" I knew that, having stayed there s... much. The water was kept at 104 degrees. "A bit of advice - don't stand there wimpy - just sit down and you'll get used to it."Honey plunged down to the bench of the hot tub, and came back up just as fast. I figured she would. The only reason I told her to sit was to ensure my t-shirt would become semi-transparent and clingy to her tits. It. Pounding on the door, jumping on the mattress, both hands in her pussy. it was easy to see how much she needed to get some relief, but none was comming. I had two fingers in my own pussy, barely able to see the screen, one guy by my side had just jacked off in his pants, when the door opened to the small room. There was Juan, his hand on his cock, stroking it, “Do you need me to use this on you hon, what do you say?” She couldn’t move, but was clearly begging him to fuck her, moving her to her. By the time I reached the top with my legs wrapped around it my cum was staining my shorts.So, of course, I got ragged for wetting my pants.Doing it nude was another experience though. I had to be careful to avoid rope burns, and sometimes my pubic hair got caught in the rope and pulled painfully.Then there was showering with the girls. Some of them, generally ones that were kind of chubby or real skinny, had trouble with me being there and wrapped themselves in their towels. Some of them tried. Prue's transgender offerings had great educational value. Not only did they teach the world that TG fiction can be well written literature, but most importantly it showed that transgender men and women had the same wants, needs and desires of most all men and woman. Pure and simple, they were just men and women born with a physical birth defect. It was a message the TG community had been trying in vain for years to send to the rest of the world, and now with Prue's help was finally being.