She leaned back in the chair, resting her head against my tummy, closing her eyes and sighing tiredly. I reminded her that it was getting late.She sai..., "I know. Darn it. Oh, my aching back. Your hands feel nice."I leaned into her from behind, lowering my head to snuggle my nose in her hair, and reached around to cup her breasts over her dress. With her eyes closed she smiled and pressed her hands into mine. She sighed again. "Mmm, hon. I guess it's time to wrap this up. Let me get up and turn. Slowly, we began exposing the critical parts of each others' bodies, and began attempting to fulfill each others' desires.Shelly had a very nice, Rubenesque body, and I played for a very long time. Her ample breasts were a warm, taut, fleshy playground. I've always fancied breasts, and spent a great deal of time on hers with my hands and mouth. Eventually, though, she gently placed a hand on the back of my head and guided it to her "special place." Now, I was in my real place. It was like. Not exactly the place a guy wants to be alone and dressed like I was. It was hard not to imagine a headline in my paper back home that said, "Tucson Trans-gender found murdered in Pittsburgh Suburb." My folks would love to read that.Thankfully the street their place was on didn't look too bad. I just needed to make my way carefully up the steps with these heels. From there it was on to a short hallway and up to their door.After ringing the doorbell, I was greeted by a middle eastern looking. He had come to my big city university from England on a sports scholarship, his athletic body radiating strength and power. He rested his head on a massive curled bicep as he shrugged back at me. ‘Have it your way, Mrs. Divine.’ The disrespect made me fume, buff bod or not, when I got Big Tim Donehy to myself, I was gonna make him my bitch. *** When the last little slut in my class had managed to pry her face away from Tim and ass-wiggle her way out the door, I locked it behind her. ‘Okay.