I was getting more and more frustrated and even more desperate.Then one day I received a message via the "dating" site from a cross-dresser in a neigh...bouring country. He/She liked my profile and wanted to know if I would be interested in a meeting. I was instantly aroused and curious. I wrote back that I would love to meet. There was however the problem of distance and the fact she was in another country. She assured me that she could arrange a meeting. He/She had to come to my town for. I figured I should take care of it so I didn’t embarrass myself again. I began to run soapy hands over the shaft, moving from base to slippery tip when a voice sounded close by. “How’s it going, ” she asked. “Fine, thanks.” I managed to stammer , embarrassed once more. “Need any help?” “Um, pardon, ” I asked, not believing my ears. “Do you want a hand in there?” she asked while pulling back the flimsy curtain. She was completely naked, with a thick bush of black pubic hair and dark brown. “When we find them, we will get our justice.”Cheers erupt through the crowd. Eris can pick out a few booing, but they will come around and support her like they did her mother or they will be eliminated. Every new matriarch had to thin the herd, so to speak, so she doubted it would be different for her.“My brother has already told you that his efforts to head this family were futile. He has pledged loyalty and now I ask you to pledge yours,” she continues. “As a way to show my seriousness in. Attendance was usually somewhere around 10 - 15 people, both male and female. We finished about 9.30pm and some of us would shower there before going home. Only two of us showered every week though. Me because I had quite a way to go and didn't like being sweaty in the car and Jayne because she lived in a bed-sit where she would have to pay to get the hot water to shower.Not a lot to tell a story about until one week last year. I was just starting to get undressed when I heard Jayne call me.