I slowly humped the cue as I leaned on one elbow on top of the pool table. The faster I went the wetter my lips became as well as my cunt. Further dow... the cue I went until the fatter end was now between my lips. I reached out and asked for more ice and without a second thought one of the wives came over and place the ice on my nipples and then on my clit. Back and forth she went till it was melted then another woman did the same. I was now so worked up I started to put the fat end of the cue. I wanted to jerk off so bad. I was on edge waiting for another message. She finally sent another text, " gagged with only half in my throat".I replied "drink it. Tell me what he tastes like". She replied " hide! We're almost there and I haven't mentioned you yet."I hid in a closet in a guest bedroom. It seemed like forever. Eventually they stumbled in the door. My skank wife took him directly into our bedroom. There was quite the commotion. Plenty of lip smacking and heavy breathing. I heard. You good man. You care for Sto. Sto miss old friend. Sto want new friend. Friend like you. Sto sad. No one share with Sto. Sto want have fun. No one care for Sto.”I felt foolish talking aloud to Sto with Betty standing there, but I said, “I understand, Sto. I know what it means to be alone. No friend nearby to share with and care about. Tom is doing his best to find you a friend or at least a place for you to live. You can make friends there.”“Not understand. Not talk to all human. Few human. Unfortunately, it was my male persona to whom the University of Minnesota had extended admission and a scholarship, and I wasn't quite sure how they would react if I showed up asking for a room in the women's dormitory. It was bad enough that I, a product of middle class privilege, had leveraged a Spanish surname into a lucrative scholarship, but to present them with an undisclosed gender reversal might put me sideways with the Admissions Committee and the scholarship people. I needed the dough.