Me and my girlfriend had invited one of our girl-friends to share our evening and sleep at home. After supper we began playing cards while talking and...drinking beer, one thing bringing the other the subject re-directed toward porntalk. Our friend, wich i'll call "M", began explaining to us how her ex was such a bad fucker, that he never was able to make her come, and that all he cared about was his own selfish pleasures.My girlfriend, wich i'll call "A", told her that she did not have that. It all started when I got a call from someone with the Sally Oprah Donahue Show. Their schedule said it was time to put a crossdresser on exhibit and they wondered if I was interested. Someone down there had been reading my columns, it seems. I patiently explained that I was known as the Bearded Lady for good reason; I had a full, dark, bushy beard and was unlikely to be seen as a woman.The only response was: "Hey - kinky. That's great! The audience will love it."So I agreed, after all I. I told him to leave me and he was reluctant but did move away. I worked for some more time but then I wanted him. It is not that am gay but lack of sex was making me go for any skin and here was a perfect hunk.I finished my work out and was sweating like a hell while he continued staring at my assets. I could see a raging hard on and was curious to touch it. So I made an instant plan. I said am having pain and went and sat on sofa. He enquired where I am having pain. I said in my chest area and. I loved the shoes and she kept swinging her foot and dangling one from her foot, letting the tip catch the light. I was fucking turned on and we hadn’t done anything yet. I offered her a Margarita and the saucy little imp made a real show out of drinking it. Here I was, sitting there in my tight red leather pants — you know the ones — and a silver silk blouse, wondering how fucking fast I can get out of my clothes. All the while, this little minx is sitting there talking to me with that husky,.