..” I mumbled, realizing I had not called up my parents this week.Breaking into a naughty smile, she continued “Anyway ... I told her that you are...doing fine ... and that you were probably at some friends place ... and that she had nothing to worry about...” caressing my chest, as she looked up at me fondly. “After all ... Sarla aunty is there to take care of you, isn’t it?” she added, smiling at me teasingly again as she slid her hand inside the open neck of my shirt, and playfully tugged at. And when they learned about him and Abbie, they could not be happier for him. Though as mother hens, especially the transgender women, they worried about if he would get hurt.Before Saturday, Les talks a bit more with two of the transgender women who care about Tim - Shelia and Shirley. She explains Abbie’s concerns and Tim’s trying to find help for her. They understand Abbie’s worries as, at fifty, they have gone through the same thing. They thank Les for the heads up and chat about how. "Why don't you sit next to me here," he patted the bed, "and tell me what you wanted to talk about."Jenny sat down, now very nervous, being so close to her heart's desire. Pushing aside her fear she asked, "Could we talk privately," she stammered, "you know, with out your friends right here?" Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of them, we are like brothers. We do everything together." What's a matter sugar, are you shy?" asked James."No, I was just going to ask Michael if maybe he'd. After that, the men left and I went on the massage table. All my friends took turns licking my bald pussy. Each one licked and adored my cunt. Their little tongues were licking my clit and tongue fucking my bald pussy. It really was sheer ecstasy. The guys left their oil and Lisa grabbed some and poured it on my tits. She worked the left tit and Angela rubbed my right tit. Jessica was eating my pussy. I was so turned on by all this pleasure. “Let’s take our bride to her bedroom.” The girls.