Mymouth was dry. There was a throbbing in my head.I entered the room and it looked ... like a bar. There were men and womenchatting, drinking, dancing... If you looked closer, some of the womenlooked a little larger than you might expect, a little rougher. Somepassed better than others. But this was my kind of place, a transgenderbar where all judgment was left at the door. The point wasn't to be withsomeone. It was merely to be.I moved across the room, squeezing past this man and that woman and. Jenny stood swaying in front of the seated woman, disoriented. She was having a difficult time focusing her eyes and her head was spinning so much that she thought she might collapse. Her fogged brain wondered why Michael had stopped spanking her.That question was answered an instant later when Michael quickly stood and spun the stunned woman around, pushing her to sit on the sofa. A second later she was kneeling between her legs.Jenny's senses came back to her for a second as she watched the. He jokingly threw each item of clothing at me as it came off. I laughed and pulled his boxers off my face to see him standing there, naked in the middle of the woods. His mid-length, mouse-brown hair caught the summer breeze. My eyes travelled down his smooth chest, past the snail trail of body hair, to his trimmed pubes. His uncut dick was hard; it looked delicious."The breeze feels so good!" He closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head. His cock was twitching at me, precum already. My family is aware of the situation…”“You told your mother?”“Yes, when you called her all night, she called me. I told her what was going on, so if you want to try something….. just know you will be the first suspect.” I said shrugging my shoulders.“Really? You think I would hurt you?”“You already have, if you can eat another woman’s pussy and then come home and kiss me, clearly I put NOTHING past you.”He dropped his head in shame.“Now, if there is nothing else….. I have work to get back to.” I.