Does that make sense?"Mom's lips moved slightly as she worked through what I'd just said. "Ithink so. Are you saying you feel more like a girl than a ...oy?"I opened my mouth to answer, then clamped it shut and decided to thinkabout the question first. What did it really mean to be a girl? Was itjust the clothes I was wearing? Was it my body? Was it something deepinside me that was telling me what I was? Did it matter if the rest ofthe world was telling me something different? What would happen. Are you following me? ‘You’re talking in riddles again,’ I said grimly. ‘So you caught me out. I admit I am the person in the videos — or at least, the one that I’ve seen. I did not know I was being filmed….. ‘ Suddenly I remembered about the terrace. What was I saying. Of course I knew I was being filmed! I was just under a misapprehension as to what the film would be used for! And to think how I had pined away for Angel! What a fool! What an idiot! And how right that Mexican skipper was,. I am 5.5 in height with brown eyes n good looks . Matured women have been my weakness since the days of my teens and fortunately I could manage to lay a few and all my contacts were a regular with me .It all started with a matured woman in front of me who was taking the boarding pass and I was just behind her having a polo in my mouth . I was standing pretty close to her and let my hot breath fall on her shoulders . She must have felt it and maybe even understood but no reaction came in from. We decided to go get a case of beer and get drunk and watch movies. We polished off the case he had way more than I did and he started opening up about her but in a better mood.He said he loved having sex with her cause she had the most amazing tits and the tightest pussy and she was a screamer, I told him I knew cause I could hear her through the walls. After awhile we were flipping through the channels and there was some late night porn on HBO , he put down the remote and whether he knew he.