Now I wondered what I'd volunteered for. "So I'm to become a woman and work the lounge in a gay and lesbian bar, right?" Bruce nodded. "And transgende.... There will likely be other crossdressers there as well. No... Appearing as a guy wearing women's clothes and ENJOYING it. You don't need to be a totally passable woman; in fact, we don't want you to be too good. You're just a guy who enjoys crossdressing. The owner prefers that kind... guys in drag... She-males" And exactly how do I accomplish. When I did, she closed her eyes and she moaned in yet one more of her orgasms. When I lay there letting her recover Lillian said, “I love you.” Then she opened her eyes and realized that it was me. She turned toward my wife and said, “I’m so sorry, I got carried away.” My wife said, “It’s okay. I don’t mind. Really!”I rolled over to my side of the bed, pulled Lillian onto her side, and then let her cuddle into me. My wife spooned her and the three of us took a nap. An hour later I woke up and. I could see her cleavage very clearly. I gulped and enjoyed the view. Then I saw a friend of mine was awake and he came to talk to me. He was like very normal. But when he was going back to the seat he also saw my moms boobs coming out of her black blouse and her sexy face.He stood there for like 10 minutes just admiring her boobs. Then he took out his phone and clicked some pictures of her and went back to his seat. Then soon I also slept and around 6 am in the morning we reached Goa to our. The tail from the plug was thrashing with each convulsion from the cramps. Hips were thrusting forward seeking relief. Her eyes were closed as she endured as best she could. I didn't think she could endure the violence of the zippering; the plug would give way to extreme orgasm resulting in dilation and expulsion of the pony tail plug. I went behind her and reaching around, grasped a nipple in each thumb and forefinger. Squeezing as hard as I could, I pulled her to an upright position and back.