Because I didn’t have a change of clothes with me at the Robertson’s house, I looked like a relative bum compared to Lynette. Thankfully, I was ab...le to borrow one of her dad’s fresh polo shirts to go with my multiple day worn blue jeans, and grungy red canvas, low-top Chuck Taylor basketball shoes. Lastly, I smelled as good as Lynette looked because Mrs. R gave me a spritz of her husband’s Paul Sebastian cologne as we left their home.I wasn’t surprised in the least that we were basically. And a news hound. Theseinterests, as I've learned, don't always go together--or maybe they do.Let me explain.Since becoming a woman in every detail but my genitals (which remain, asthey always shall, defiantly masculine), I've delighted in"accidentally" exposing myself to men and women alike. It's much easierfor a shemale to expose herself than it is for a guy, because societytolerates a great deal more display of feminine charms than it does oftheir male counterparts. Sure, men can show all. They won’t let any of the others take things beyond that level, even if to get you erect required some oral stimulation.”Yeah. Ok. Whatever. Why am I so tired, anyway? My body’s good energy is full, and so are the reserves?I changed into a pair of loose sleep shorts, used the bathroom, and worked my way into the middle of the bed. As told, the kids moved around so that I could get in between the sheets and then changed themselves around until I ended up with a girl on each side of me. One. He let out a low moan. Fuck, I never knew hallucinations felt so real.“Do you think his cock is big enough to satisfy our needs, Lily?” asked the blond.“It might be long enough, but not sure if it is wide enough, Emma,” Lily said holding it in her hand, staring at it before she put two fingers around it. “He is only about four inches round, so that is kind of thin. Guess we will just have to try him out and see. I went first last time, so you can go first this time.”Emma moved up and lightly.