The male half of theirsource material had always been the smarter of the boys, and a voicethat was not quite his but not quite hers said "We're mergin...," as theindividuality between the two become extinct.The other one merely put their fingers through their hair, enjoying thelustrous feeling of HER ponytail. Every sensation was brand new, everyfeeling like nothing she'd ever felt before.And it was her. Both of them were full splendors of femininity. Thepooka looked on in satisfaction as she. The last I could remember, we'd been crossinga bridge over the Mississippi River. Vaguely, I wondered what state wewere in now.I turned my head upon the high-backed seat. Dimly, I recognized that myseatmate was busy. Her arm was moving, and she moaned softly. I lookeddown, at her lap, and saw that her pumping fist gripped her cock. Thelady beside me was no lady; she was a he! Moreover, the transsexual tartwas masturbating!I didn't know what to do. I mean, I wasn't offended, not in the least.It. .. I felt such arousal, imagine how wild and natural will be his pretty body and finally came the day. We were at the cottage and David was just fresh showered. He was very clean boy and sometimes showered few times a day. He left for the run we planned and I was waiting for him, ready and so aroused. In about half our was David back, all red and sweating so intense. I kissed him and said : " David, I feel so aroused, so long was dreaming of you. I must have you now. " I started to undress him. Could this be true? Did she want to fuck us both?I looked the clock on the computer. I had been there for about 15 min. I returned to the kitchen and looked down the hall. My mother-in-laws light was off, except for a small night light on the opposite side of the room. I had to peek in. I crept down the hall and looked into her room. She was laying her bed, her back facing me. Her night gown now gone as she laid in her bed naked, her wide ass poking out of the sheets. It was sexy as I had.