Her sensuous voice wasvery erotic and that made his own cock get fully hard. He looked over atMs. Hilliard who was feeling up her own tits and he coul...d tell that herleft hand was under her red dress.At times Charles used his hand to move it up and down Colleen's saliva-laden shaft. This made Colleen's moans even louder and it was easy tosee that Charles had a power that he had not known before. The powerthat women have to make other men (or men in the process oftransgendering to women). He kept staring at the reflection of his fairly stocky physique in thedoorway for another minute or two.And it opened. In the outline of the doorway now stood a six foot tallfemale woman, with an impossibly beautiful face, hazel eyes, raven blackhair. Fair skin that appeared tan. She was wearing an all in onejumpsuit and had at her side a holster with some device or other insideit, which looked a bit like a stretched mobile phone, like they used tobe in the 80's, Karl thought. It didn't. I promise to behave I told her.When we arrived all the guys kissed my wife and componented her on her outfit. She pulled the dress over her head and handed it to me to take care of. She went to her knees and a thick dick was offered to her lips. In a flash she was sucking him like a sultry whore. As soon as he was hard he sat on the couch and my wife crawled up and sat on him. His cock spread her pussy lips apart. She rocked up and down slowly taking his full length. One of the other guys. “I mean it’s not like we’re going to run out and get boyfriends.”“Wouldn’t want a boyfriend,” Betty said, her speech showing a little of the wines effects. “Why put up with the whole bull when you only want one part - the best part.”“I don’t know what you mean?”“Wait, I’ll show you...” Betty whispered.With that she got up and disappeared into the bedroom. Wilma could hear her rummaging through one of her dresser draws, looking for something. Then she reappeared, holding something behind her.