In the days after that evening I felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders, he was right a problem shared was a problem halved. But th...re was something else. Before this I had never thought of Tom in a sexual way. He was my best friend. Okay I knew he had an impressive cock and big balls that look like the shemales I admired so much, but he was my best mate nothing more. After that evening though I couldn't get it out of my head that my shemale fantasy was really a deep-seated. As much as I wanted to start stroking I waited. "Tops girls!"The girls quickly removed their blouses and bras. Both had large breasts just as I had imagined.I started jacking off.Andy was first to ask a question. "Why it all wet on the end?" It's lubrication," I said. "It makes it slippery so it can go into the girl easier."Tracy asked, "Can we feel it?"I nodded. I thought I would cum right then as both girls reached out and rubbed the end of my cock feeling how slippery it was was. I noticed. And I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer very easily.” I thought briefly about my plans that evening. My bottle of wine could certainly wait and I doubt the TV would miss me for the evening. “Sure,” I replied. It would be nice to have a home cooked meal for a change. Besides, I was looking forward to getting to know Pam better and I got along well with her son Doug. I think Pam sensed that. Pete assured us that he would keep us informed as to Sparky’s condition as we all left the office. I followed. It was nice to see a woman hold her own in conversation. We talked about photography, the horses, and what she'd do now that she was back in town. Memo had left us to tend to the fields and Lucille went upstairs to take a nap. Sunny and I went into the den to talk some more as she showed me some pictures. Most were of the Chicago scenery. She sat close next to me and I could smell the scent of her Chanel No. 5. I desperately wanted to hold her close to me, but had to fight the urge. I saw a.