Bobby started poking around in one of the nightstands. "Look what I found," he said, holding up a deck of cards. Bobby, said, "Hey, maybe we should pl...y strip poker!" To my surprise, Margot casually said, "Okay, sure." I shrugged and said, "Why not?" Bobby smiled sheepishly and started to open up the deck. I had talked about group sex fantasies with Bobby many times, and he seemed inclined to have those kinds of thoughts himself, my wife on the other hand had no interest. I knew from Kacie that. Betty joined us and asked me to strip her. I was fully erect by now and had a great time undressing Betty. I took off her dress and then her bra, marveling at her beautiful breasts. Whilst doing this, she was stroking my rigid cock. Anna was behind me rubbing her nipples on my back. I saw Betty’s lovely bush, already dripping with juice. I knelt down and parted the lips with my fingers. My tongue probed the soft folds of her pussy and she moaned gently. I exposed her clit and my tongue made. They were simple cross dressers like Gigi and I. Then came Billie Jean and Jilly Girl. These two were genuine hormone taking she males with very real and very becoming lady breasts. The pair were singers who put on quite a show at one of the areas better gay bars. After some brief chit chat the six of us made our way to the back room where everything was set up. There were a group of old easy chairs surrounding a mechanic’s stool. While I positioned myself on the stool the grrls pulled out. By inviting us over, it seemed they wanted to convince themselves they were straight.'It doesn't matter if you're gay or not,' I said many times.'We don't care,' added Tiff. 'We're not going to tell anyone.'As if the floodgates were beginning to open, Jack's free hand slowly reached out for Steven's free hand as they continued to self-pleasure. Maybe they were worn down by our argument or maybe they realised we meant what we said.'We're not gay...' said Jack for the hundredth time.'We know,' I.