I was ... I was being led on for a moment, and I guess that my phone didn't get the message until a few seconds ago."They stopped in front of me and t...e lady doctor started scanning me from my dusty shoes up to my messed hair. Only now I realized myself that my shoes looked dirty and dusty, there was some dust in my previously clean jacket and shirt and my hair looked like I had been in a shower and not combed it. My jeans didn't look that bad but I knew that I had poured a good amount of sweat. You look me in the eye and it's as if we are the only two people in the room. Funny thing about a crowded bar, the more people that cram into it, the more anonymous one feels. The people around us are completely oblivious to our little exchange. My hand slides lower and cups the back of your thigh. I release the tightness of my grip a little to create some space between us. My heartbeat returns to its normal pace and I suddenly realize I'm thirsty again. I lift my bottle of beer off the bar and. I love their style and elegance, but above all else I yearn for their beautiful black bodies. They are so eminently gorgeous and sexual that my cock stiffens whenever I see them in the street or imagine them in my mind. My sexual appreciation of African womanhood began at the age of eighteen. I had gone to stay with Aunty Sarah in Lagos, Nigeria, while my mother was attending a business conference in Kenya. Aunty Sarah was not my real aunt, but I'd always known her by that name. She and my. Firstly i am a 40 year old plus transgendered person living in a female role and have done most of my adult life. At the time of this experience i was a very slim size 10 and always spent hours preparing to go out socialising or dating.Over my adult life I had tried various types of relationship with varied genders and age groups but never felt fully comfortable in any situation. I have always felt best taking the girl role and cannot get erect so i am pretty useless to most females. Hence i.