The serious guys don't dress up and are eitherhard-core into the gay scene or are simply looking for the right man andwant to settle down. The gurls I...party with are out for a good time andoccasionally pick up a man, sometimes gay but more often the 'trannylovers' who practically stalk us. They're almost all closet queens andultimately are depressing to hang around with for more than a night ortwo." As you can see, I'm not completely passable but these days it doesn'tmatter, no one cares what. “Steve, let’s go back home,” Kara said.“Absolutely!” I agreed.We walked home in silence, and went into the ‘Indian’ room.“Snuggle Bear, let me talk to Jess, please,” Kara said.“Are you sure?” I asked.“Positive,” she said firmly.I gave each girl a quick kiss.“I love you, Jess,” I said, and then left the room and went to my office.I sat down at my Macintosh and turned it on and loaded MacWrite. I hadn’t written in my journal in a couple of weeks, and I needed to catch up. The problem was that I. It was another tangible benefit of my fitness.We drifted off to sleep holding each other, with the small lamp still on. Sometime in the night I awoke, and the light was off. I reached for Molly, and she was right there, still naked, sleeping peacefully. I rolled onto my back, now almost wide awake, and tried to take stock of this strange turn of events.I had almost forgotten the comfort of having another person in my bed; the scent and touch of a woman. Molly never slept nude, and she could. "Damn, ladyboi," exclaimed Torrance."Come on in, daddy," blushed Mitzie.As Mitzie shut the door behind them, Torrance grabbed her 34DD titties. He began to lick her nipples.Mitzie purred. Her soft uncut clittie grew erect to its full four inches.Torrance noticed the tranny cocklet come to attention. He tugged at it with his right hand.Mitzie led Torrance to the bedroom. The pair of lovers both got on the queen-size bed. Torrance undressed.Now, they were in a 69 position. Mitzie's pink lips were.