We can change him, remake him, change himinto what he should have been all along, a WOMAN!"You can't be serious! Can you imagine the legal, psychologi...al andmedical ramifications!?" she retorted. "A 'trophy' wife? For real!?" Why not!? You said he's already a cross dresser right? And thatthere's no 'cure' for such a thing and that he's stuck the way he is?Well, the way I see it, we'd be doing him a favor! Wouldn't we? Thinkabout it! It could work out for everybody," he finished."Well, I. Free my hand. But he put his scissors in my dress and cut it open.Now I was lying fully naked and spread wide before him.. he removed his pants to reveal his huge lund.-Zarina- he said – mujhse chudwaogi?–nahi , mujhe jane do-But he did not listen and climbed on top of me . I wanted to shout but who would listen. He was trying to enter my choot. But it was dry and tight. I had operation to deliver my son so my choot was still very tight . He frowned, got up and went to his table. Looks like. My undies fall all the way down my legs and lands on the floor. I do not step out of them, but let them lay there as I continue my dance, slowly turning back towards him.The bulge in his pants is clearly visible now and my eyes drop to them for a second. I smile as our eyes meet again, and when i turn my head towards his wife, I see her smiling too. She has a warm, reassuring smile, and I feel my heart flutter with joy before I close my eyes again to resume my dance. I remind her of herself. Maddy is very pretty and has blond hair and blue eyess, along with a gorgeous ass and big, firm, D-cup tits.Michelle barely acknowledged me as she started stripping off her clothes as Diego and Jesus pulled off their underwear. I was so focused on watching them undress in front of me that it took me a few seconds to realize that Maddy might also be involved in fucking the homeless men. The men told me previously that they were fucking a group of women they met at breakfast at the church. But I.