She pulled his shirt out of his pants, and reached around him to slide her hands over his stomach to latch on to his nipples. Like Barbara, Scott bega... unbuttoning his shirt to give Teresa freer access.Barbara was now topless, and writhing pleasurably as Raul played with her body. He unsnapped her shorts and pulled the sides apart to make the zipper open. With one had still titillating her chest, Raul used the other to reach into her panties and finger her pussy. Scott and Teresa saw Barbara's. “In fact, we’ve never done this before. Ed’s the only man I’ve ever been with. But it’s been his fantasy to share me for years, and I’ve finally given in.” “Well, Cucky Boy,” he said, addressing me directly for the first time, “what do you have in mind?” I didn’t know what to say as I watched him lean toward my wife, obviously sliding his hand further up her thigh. “It’s up to you and Lynda,” I finally choked out, assuming Lynda would tell him what we wanted, but inadvertently making it his. I admit it. I was intrigued. I was curious. I was a fascinated. I donot know what the years did with that picture. I kept it for thelongest time. I stared at it every night for months.To be honest, I had heard of transgender people even then. I didn'tlive under a rock. But I had never seen one. Pornography was harder tofind in those days, and the internet sites hadn't taken over. CaitlynJenner was a decathlon champion named Bruce. Laverne Cox was a guynamed Roderick. Oh, Christine Jorgensen was. I was light headed, I had a stomach ache, my thighs felt heavy, it was as if my body had already decided to go with these guys and let then have me and my brain was yet to register.I was going back to them because deep down I wanted to do it, and the fear was a turn on for me, trying to imagine where they would drag me and do what they wanted to my body.Suddenly the tent was in view and I searched for the group of guys, but could not see them, 'Fuck, they've gone' and my heart sank, after all.