” I replied.“Did you suck the guys that fucked your mom right afterward?”“No I sucked Mr. Connell in the backroom of his store. Mr. Berry I su...ked off in his car one evening on a dirt dead end road in the woods behind the bank. And I sucked off Pastor Croft in the recreation room in the basement of the church a few time.”“How many times?” He asked.“Wow, don’t know a lot, a real lot since I turned 18. Sometimes, we met up 3 or more times a week. He loved getting sucked.”“And you, you must have. As I sat in a small bar in a pub I thought back on my life and how it had brought me a Fifty year old cross dresser to this place and time. Back in the late 70s and early 80s all the top shelf magazines were full of “lipstick lesbians” dressed in sexy satin and lace lingerie in various poses so when I got hold of some of those magazines the connection was made between feminine beauty, kissing, tongues, sex, satin and same sex love so all that was to follow in my life seemed to follow on from. Tossing her brush angrily on the dresser, keeping her eyes locked on her reflection, she made herself busy getting ready for whatever plans she had made for today. Walking slowly behind her I wrapped my arms loosely around her waist, resting my chin on the top of her head. At first she did her best to ignore the fact I was even there before giving up and glaring at my reflection. Smiling widely, flashing my teeth at her I could practically see her heart melting. "It was beautiful, Jessica. I. There was no scream this time. Must've got used to it. Rachel thought. She flipped her sister over and turned off the vibrator. Her sisters eyes opened and looked up at her with both fear and lust in her eyes. "There's a good little whore." Emma simply looked to the wall on her right.Rachel reached for the desk and grabbed a syringe. It was filled with an amber liquid. She didn't know the name of it but her friend told her it puts people to sleep. She was also told it uses an hallucinogenic to.