It had obviously been some time since my last meal.I'd no idea how I was supposed to decide. There were 6 pairs of legs all wearing different shoes an... pants in front of me. One was in a suit, while one was in jeans and cowboy boots. One was even wearing torn jeans and what looked like awful grungy tennis shoes with no socks. My hunger was forcing me to make a decision as I saw how much weight I'd lost. I decided that if I was going to do this then it would have to be the 'yuppie'. With his. And all the aches and worry of the last few days seemed tomelt away into the hot water.After a while I tried easing the breasts away, slowly, very slowly theypeeled off, first one and then the other. I rubbed away the last of theadhesive and then tried to get out of my 'pants'. That was not as easythough my nails were quite long I couldn't lift an edge, though finallywith a lot of prodding I managed it. It took a while but after a lot ofpulling, tugging and wriggling off it came. What a relief.. We had talked about my failed high school love life, and my love of porn. We talked about his work, nerdy hobbies, and his love life as well. After we had talked all about talked life, love and responsibilities, we began talking about porn, crossdressers, trans, women, and men. After chatting with each other for hours, learning secrets, and sharing our inner most fantasies. We had begun to probe into how much we like traps and crossdressers and he was of course thrilled when I told him how I. We could just feel it in our minds. They think we could just do the emotion thing with them sometimes; we've never told them how well we could do it with them. We didn't want to freak them out. It gets somewhat interesting sometimes when they are ... um ... fooling around. Those emotions can be pretty overwhelming for a 13-year-old girl! Maybe one of these days I'll gross Daddy out by letting him know how ... excited ... Cindi and I would get sometimes! Giggle! Course, maybe it wouldn't gross.