It was like I was being fucked.I couldn't do anything about it.I had no will of my own and had become a spectator of my own life. Itwas no longer abo...t what I was doing, but what was being done to me.These are classic symptoms of depression or the blues.As I sat there waiting for the kettle to boil, Sarah came into thekitchen."John, you know that when you dress as a girl, you need to have a newname. We can't go round calling you John. I think it would beempowering for you, on becoming a. Having wives of their own did create issues for the husbands who were screwing my wife because unlike the single men in our little group the married men were not going to be able to spend the night with my wife tonight for the purposes of gang banging her into tomorrow, as they had each December for the past three years. These gang fucking parties only happen a couple times a year, but Christmas was one of the times that always seems to be the most fun.Anyway, because the married men would be. And i was just watching claire watch her.I put a cigarette in my mouth, and while i stared at claire, i lit my lighter and cigarette. For the first time her eyes moved off of mila to looking me right in the face, after like 2 seconds she looked away. But then she looked me in the eye again, smiled,then back at mila. THIS WAS AWESOMMMMMMME!!!!! I was picturing claires perfect tits , as claire was watching my girl, jerk my cock into her mouth. Mila switched to her left hand jerking while she. I shook my head and turned to Brent and said, "Jan seldom drinks more that a glass or two of wine. It's funny that when she has too much to drink you never notice until she passes out. Now I won't be able to wake her up. I'll have to carry her up to bed later."Brent said, "Why don't I help you carry her up to bed now?"That surprised me and didn't fit into my plans at all. I said, "That's not necessary. She'll be all right there for now."Brent said, "Actually she is making me a little.