He did and laid his blanket right next to my wife. My wife was feeling weird about having another guy right there but we were talking about how cute s...e was. He was saying how cut her boobs were and she was setting up while I was rubbing her back. He asked if he could rub the other side and I told him sure and he did. He lay down and started rubbing her back then she started moaning and saying how good it felt. Her hand was inches from his hard dick I then see him grab her hand and put it on. Where the voice came from, Valo could see a large purple dot in the brightness that swiftly changed size from large to small to large to small to… Apparently the annoying woman was a butterfly. ‘I should fly away is what I should do,’ stated the butterfly-woman. ‘Yes,’ agreed Valo. ‘You aren’t even gonna ask me what brings me to your ledge?’ ‘No,’ groaned Valo. If the butterfly didn’t fly away soon, he would show her just how close to his ‘ledge’ he was. ‘You people are horrible!’ said the. ‘It’s (deep breath) Lori Ann. It’s what my folks would have called me if I were born a girl.’ Gigi walked up to me and grabbed both of my hands and smiled. ‘Lori Ann.’ she repeated. Then she added with a smile ‘Lori Ann the tran. ‘ ‘ It’s time to see how you look.’ I carried my travel bag to a store room and got my stuff out. There was my mom’s old wig, a bra she was going to throw out, a red sweater and a pair of black slacks she never missed. Best of all by a very strange fluke of genetics. “Would you like to feel that?” Ask a stupid question. I nodded emphatically, mesmerised by his fingers tracing up and down my legs, nerve endings fusing parts of my body as I half expected him to slide out of the seat and either go down on me, or grab me by the hand and drag me to the train’s toilet where he could ravage me. But he did neither. He sat there, watching me, stroking me. Enjoying the discomfort his words had inflicted on both my body and mind. His masterful imagery had me.