In themselves. In society. It's a very brave and curageousthing to see. Whether they pass and pull off a particular look, ornot."Kelsey nodded, thinki...ng about the first time Stephanie had opened thedoor to her; the way she had let her in. The risk of potentialhumiliation and damage to their friendship."Yes," she nodded. "I see." For some men," I continued, "it's a compulsion. They just can't helpthemselves. A lot of cross-dressers deny themselves, deny who theyare, spend a life-time fighting. Debbie thought about it for a moment, then nervously agreed, the wine working to loosen her morals.The trouble was, I’m very good at Trivial Pursuit, and although both women were down to their bra and panties, I was still fully clothed! At one point Debbie left to get more wine, and Diane hissed quietly to me, “Help me! Start losing! Take your clothes off and show her your cock!”With that, I promptly changed strategy and (duh!) started losing. Each time a piece of my clothes came off Diane. “Oh my god…” Sarah said as she grasped the sofa pillow, looking up at me as she grinned a smile of pleasure, “Ohhhh…this is fucking great!”Sarah watched intently as Jan moved towards her, and then lay back on the couch, her pussy ever so close to Sarah’s face.Jan’s fingers were a blur over her over her clit.Tim had fully sank his cock it’s entire length, and began pounding her with his full length, ramming it home, his balls audibly slapping against my wife’s pussy lips.As Tim pounded Sarah. Taking it in her hand she again applied her tongue up and down its length before devouring it whole. This time it wasn’t raw emotion or sexual attraction as it was the previous night. It was more a meeting souls, a synergistic fusion. A melding of two beings. They moved from entree to main course, as she stood and stepped forward to straddle his swollen column, teasing the head a little before she absorbed all of it easily. She stayed on her haunches, leaning forward to rock rhythmically on his.