Being a nosy cow she took the opportunity to go through my browser history and found out what sites I had been visiting. It wasn‘t anything bad, jus... sites about crossdressing and transgenderism. She had then rifled through my drawers and found the small stash of female clothes I had managed to accumulate.So, when I came back from the toilet, she was sitting on my bed, a pair of my knickers she had found dangling from her fingers. She had also spread out the rest of my stuff on my bed. I nearly. Already, just minutes after meeting you, I want to sleep with you and Becky.”Becky told her, “Melinda, Eddie and I sleep naked.”“I would love to sleep naked with you and Eddie. I sleep naked all the time, and have since I started dressing myself at ten years old. My real mom fussed at me all the time, until she gave up and stopped telling me girls didn’t sleep naked.”“While Dad’s gone, we sleep with Mom in Eddie’s bed. What would you do if Mom slept with you, Eddie and me, with all of us. As she sipped her wine, he soaped her smallish breasts and stroked her well-furred minge. She slid past ‘never in a million years’, didn’t stop at ‘I’m not sure’ and settled comfortably into ‘this is nice’. Even when his soapy finger found its way between her butt-cheeks and wiggled into her anus, she just accepted it all, enjoyed it all. After an hour of washing and soaping and kissing and coaxing, they got out; he dried her and then she dried him, carefully drying his bollocks without. He didn’t gawk nearly as much as the three other men. Beth merely whipped off her bright green top and tossed in an empty chair. The other women in their group looked at her as though she’d just sprouted wings and a tail. One by one, they followed her lead.Roy and Dave met them and brought them all to one of the larger tables to talk. Dave made sure they were plied with some drinks of choice – beer and wine mostly.Beth took on the role of spokesperson for the group, initially introducing Ariana.