The events in this story are 100% true.It was last year March when I was at my flat with my best friend Rocky waiting for our other friend Tasha. We w...re planning on going out that night so we started drinking early by dusk we were stumbling around but feeling okay because of the cold shower we had, I removed the door to the toilet because the hinges broke, and from the lounge you could see directly into the shower, we all showered quickly by the time Tasha showed up from work Tasha decided to. Locked together with Chester on top, the two of them seem to be trying to push themselves together, to achieve as much contact as is humanly possible. Their lips are pressed together, her breasts squashed against his chest and as he grinds his cock into her, he places his hands on her smooth butt to pull himself as far into her as possible to maximize the sensations of his cock moving inside her exquisite pussy.Grandma is shaking and almost crying by the time she hit the peak of her climax, and. I took that out and waved him down and he got off that roof climbed down the scaffolding and came over and introduced himself to me. That deep burly southern draw voice of his rattled me to the core with that tingle, that is for sure.We sat at the patio lounge table he wiping sweat from his forehead and body with his t shirt and I across from him sitting there like some infatuated school girl and really and truthfully at that time of my life my mind was indeed just that.As we talked I got the. Meantime, I saw myGP, told him that I cross dressed. He warned me that I could bearrested if I went out as a girl and sent me to a psychiatrist at St.Bartholomew's Hospital. I told the psychiatrist that I had alwayswanted to be a girl. He offered me group therapy. I asked what goodthat would do. He said it often helped to share problems, as thoughthis was a matter of losing one's cat or failing an exam. I said it wasthe basis of my life I was questioning. I never attended. They seemedto think I.