Michele liked it when there where multiple partners; transvestite orgies became a regular event on her calendar.This small group of closet transvestit...s who met on a regular basis called themselves the Tea Ladies, an aberration of T-Ladies. It was their little joke.Of course Michele often had feelings of regret and remorse for living her double life but these feeling were overpowered by feelings of lust and anticipation.Inevitably the day came when Tracy invited Michele to a party where there. The Chevy’s engine immediately roared to life as she turned the key, confirming her suspicions. ‘ Thanks,’ she smiled, ‘ come with me to the van and I’ll give you a tip.’ Larry’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Tip? This was the chance he had to get into this cutie’s pants. She was grateful for his quick repair of her car, and glad she wouldn’t be stuck here on the highway, and now he would take his ‘ payment ‘. ‘ But your friend is still in the back. I noticed you .. uh … er … uh … spanking. That was why Jessie was now staring blankly out of that window that over looked Johann Strauss’s famous river.Jessie Harper must have stared out that window for a good fifteen minutes and was only interrupted by the knock at the door announcing the arrival of breakfast ... brotchen, butter, honig, wurst, musli, milch and saft. (buns, butter, honey, sausage, muesli, milk and juice). The trim young maid came in and put the food on the table then went back to get the coffee and hot chocolate also. But then, some of the best discoveries happen, when you aren't really looking for them. In reality, she wasn't trying to teach Karen anything. She was merely falling into the depths of their love, and taking what she wanted. It mattered not whether it was intentional. And that's the way it was with them. Every time they made love, it was a process of unintentional discovery.Last night, was the best ever. Every night that week, they'd revisited their little technique. Each time it got a little.