Leticia pouted, "I guess he doesn't find us pretty enough." Beasaid, "I think he needs something stronger than beer" and poured her andme shots from ... Bourbon bottle she spied in my bar area. When Ihesitated, she growled, "C'mon man! Don't let me drink alone." We downedthe shots.She asked in comradery, "One more?" I said, "Sure," my resistance gone.Leticia grabbed the bottle, "Since you're out of Cabernet, I'll have aBourbon shot too", but she just took a small sip of hers. Then she. She found its firmness and although his hand found her hand it did not push her away. As she felt of him she marveled at his size and said, “Yes Otto, yes.”“Oh to hell with us,” he said as he turned to face her. Their lips met in an open passionate kiss. Her hand went under his nightshirt as his went under hers. Their hands moved with nervous haste to remove their nightshirts. They felt of each other’s nakedness. The quilt had slid off them and the shivered in the cold night air. They. For good measure, I "borrow" some of her bracelets and a nice necklace.Finally, sitting back on the bed, I slip on my pumps. The transformation to Frankie is complete.I walk around the poster bed, getting my balance down. I make my way back to mirror and start to pose and caress myself. I'm pretty proud of my look. I open our bag of toys and select a small vibrator and a 6" dildo. It's showtime.I power up the PC and go to one of my favorite sites. I start up the camera, and then sit on the bed. .You're not?" We, are, not," Edda said adamantly, rising up out of the chair. "We like men-Real men. Men who act like men." Men who like men who act like girls?" Carl asked, thinking that was the next logical sentence.Edda was now standing close enough to stare down on the smaller teen. He did. And as he did, he said, with a tone of utter seriousness, "We like to think we are girls who have to act like men!" Even Sally Anne?"Edda thrust out his manicured hands-before Carl could get away-and.