I was never so scared in all my life, but I was beginning to understandthat I secretly liked that feeling. The relief was unbelievable whenthe bouncer...at the door barely glanced at it before waving me through.My heart was trying desperately to explode out of my chest. Here I wasin public, in a strip club no less, dressed completely as a woman fromthe pink of my panties to the little lace flower in the center of mybra. True my dress was hidden behind a coat I doubt that I'd dare toremove but my. I was completely out of breath and sweat was dripping off all parts of me onto the bed.“Ever fucked her this hard mate?” I asked Subendu“No…I have this…back problem…” Subendu said.It was natural,after a certain men lose stamina and muscle strength. I sympathised with him,knowing that even though about half his age now,when I get to his age,I might face similar problems.“Don’t worry,I`ll show you a few exercises…” I told him“Can you bros bond after I am done getting fucked?” Debjani asked.I. It was just awesome. I moved my nose closely over her panty and smelled her. She was restless and arching her hip towards me. With put keeping her waiting I kissed her vertical lips.. MMAAAA!!! She went out of control and more juices came out and she had a climax.She was unconscious for some time. I sucked and licked her pussy over her panty. By the time she came back to her senses I had removed her panty and cleaned it by licking. Also I had removed my dress too. Then I started tonguing her. Marcia hadbeen "butching it up" during the last year or so of her increasinglyinfrequent and truncated visits with Phoebe. Before these scheduledvisitations, Marcia would jam a baseball cap over her long hair, wearher "manliest" girl jeans, and throw on a bulky sweatshirt in someneutral color, basically any color fog might take. By this time in hertransition, the pretense of having to appear as "male" made her almostphysically ill, as if she'd been required to wear a corpse's filthy,bug-ridden.