She wasn’t alone, either. Summer, her blonde cutie of a best friend, worked up a sweat with her, while I heard grunts and groans from the master bed...oom that indicated what kind of cardio program Aunt Molly and Uncle Curtis preferred. I also noted that they had a very pungent scent to each of them, no doubt the sweat and body oils making the pheromones even more enticing. Both ladies pulled me in with them and I worked up a good sweat all over again, this time from some PT that was a bit more. Twenty minutes later she returned to the front room and flourished the new copies. "It's way past lunch and I'm hungry," she announced."Get the van out and let's go out for pizza," Jack told Zelda."You have a van too?" Melissa asked. "Why didn't we use that to go get my stuff?" Ah, well, it's a special rigged handicapped van," Jack told her."Besides that, he forgot about it," Zelda told her. "Oh yes, he has begun to hate it because it makes him look weak. The great Whiskey Jack Daniels will. . " "Not a homosexual?" I stopped. "Mike, I'm a transvestite. I was married for four years and have a son. But I've always felt like the person I was with should be making love to me instead of the other way around. I've always wanted someone to make love to me." He only looked at me rather penetratingly. "Mike," I continued. "I'm more attracted to you now than I have been to anyone in a very long time. Your gentleness. Your kindness. Your insecurity." "Jeri," he said softly.. Adrian and I had some slight trouble removing our underpants; we had both achieved full erection in the few seconds it took to walk into the room. It was quite clear from the almost predatory look on Sheila and Julie's faces, as they observed our predicament, that we were about to get fucked rotten."Okay, it looks like we'd better get those out of the way first! We need both of you to last a while!"They sat us down on the edge of Sheila's bed, and Julie started sucking me off while Sheila.