It wasn't long until a man in his early 40's passed trailing what appeared to be his wife and a pair of young k**s, going in and out of the stores, ha... glanced at me, furtively looking to his wife, and then once again back at me. I shifted my body some to widen my legs and casually reached up inside my blouse as if to adjust my bra strap, making sure I pulled it open, exposing the view of my bra. Another button magically unbuttoned as my hand went back to the book, giving him a full on view of. " She paused. "I had those surgeries, I wasborn male. Of course I wanted the surgeries but I can at least relateto some degree."Now I shot her a look, that came out of nowhere! But the hospital wastrying to help an ugly situation in whatever way it could."Get out of here you freak!" Theresa all at once screamed and sobbedand started to get up, the redhead was coming out. There was noconsoling her but she also had insulted me. I was a freak, I was likeTerri, I'm not male, not female, am I. To share you. To bond through the greater intimacy of sharing a man, because if one has a man as good as you, depriving loved ones of you is just plain wrong. Why should your sister and boss content themselves with lesser men, when they can have you instead? How about it, stud? This is what we’ve wanted for us, for you, from day one, and I’m sorry that we hid it from you, but we’re not anymore. We’re just ... well,” Shelly started to lose her eloquence.“We’re just three girls, standing in front. Jasmine and Ingrid had been preparing for the demonstration with Mark for the past few days and knew their parts well; they were to be the interactive demonstration models for the wares and they knew this could include the potential buyer wanting to try things out on them. Both girls were nervous but excited to be involved; this was illustrated to Mark by the wet patch in Ingrid’s see-through knickers and the damp sheen on Jasmine’s protruding pussy lips. That morning they had both sucked.