" Bill said pulling on me.If steam could actually come out of your ears, I could have powered a locomotive.I snapped awake to make a point. "God DAMN ...t Bill, I am NOT drunk. I may have let the alcohol put me to sleep, but I am not drunk so leave me to fuck alone. LET ME WAKE UP." I was still clearing the cobwebs and sorting my dream from the reality of being on a porch in Baltimore Maryland."Fuck you, I'm going inside. Make a fool of yourself, I don't care." Bill said stomping inside the outer. " she stammered."Don't" warned Victor."It was just the one." she lied. "I've just been so stressed with work and all that stuff with my sister. I figured one wouldn't hurt and maybe it would help the with the stress."As Victor rose from his recliner a beam of light from the window illuminated his features slightly. Erica could tell by the look on his face that he knew she was lying. She also noticed he was holding a plastic bag. The bag rattled as he handed it to her."You just made it ten times. Then he slides his body down more, and leans over and kisses you deeply with his tongue. It feels so good, his tongue is smaller than his cock but moves so good inside your mouth. His hand massages your breasts, squeezes your nipples, and slides down between your bodies and caresses your pussy lips under your red bikini panties. You raise your hips to let him slide them off. Then your hand rubs his back, and down to his hard ass. You can feel his cock, still hard, along your thigh. . The gray brick ranch proved to be in a neat, upper middle class subdivision on the north side of Philadelphia.Dave had only met John once previously, when the group moved him out of the apartment several weeks before, and so much had been happening then he hadn't gotten to know him very well. Over the last couple months Dave had still occasionally wondered just what kind of a guy would marry a transsexual, but John seemed totally normal as far as Dave could tell. He was short, not much taller.