Through the chest high window was a big very scary looking Puerto Rican or Mexican man. Kathy grew up Woodbury, Connecticut, a very affluent, lily wh...te community. Having little experience with people of color they frightened her. This man was not only dark but had scary looking jailhouse tattoos. He was around thirty, about six foot, jet-black hair and a very muscular physics. She would not have opened the door if he did not have the proper uniform which was unbuttoned to mid chest. ..To say I was stunned would be an under statement and my cock instantly joined hers as hard as It could ever be.I started to babble 'What,,,why,,who.,,public,,,,people'She put her well manicured finger to my lips and said “Just stand there and don't move, or say anything” She ran her hand over the front of my trousers and slowly took down my zip and released my cock.This was amazing. Here I was on a busy street with my hard cock out and a gorgeous naked transvestite standing in front of me. So when Clay had finished getting ready (quick shower and a change into boxers and a large hard on), Joan took her shower and handed the package to him.Clay had Joan suspended from the harness, her knees falling easily to either side as Clay's tongue licked her nipples when the incense's musky smell seemed to become overpowering. In one moment, Clay had a huge erection and a wet and willing partner spread before him. In the next, he was the wet and willing partner, and a very puzzled version of. Your own remorse. It was coming, sooner or later. I knew that it would. That and the fact that Celeste, your own daughter by blood, loved me, a gay man who didn’t even sire her, more than her mother or biological father. I won her love by giving her love, by caring about her. I knew that she wasn’t mine the second that I saw her olive skin and dark brown eyes, but I just didn’t give a damn. In fact, I chose her and she chose me. She looked at me and I fell madly in love with her, as a father.