And with that, he ordered me to slide his jockey shorts off. I obeyed, wasting no time at all. He lay back and thrust his pelvis up and I slid them of..., exposing the biggest cock I have ever seen. It stood straight up hard and strong, and his powerful balls hung majestically down between his legs.I sucked in my breath at the sheer size of him and how incredibly "ready" he was."Take it in your hands," he said. And indeed, he really meant hands (plural). It was so big it took both hands to hold. “Qamaar, what are you doing?” she asked me in a naughty voice. As soon as we got off the but, it flew away leaving us in the bus stop. I slowly covered her uncovered hand. She looked at me surprised.“Qamaar, that was not what you were supposed to do…qamaar!…wait!…you bastard!”She was laughing as I put the fingers of my left hand through those of her right hand, and vice versa, pushed her into the bus stand, pressed her against the stand, pressed her hands against it lightly, and we started. I kiss her, my warm breath on her neck sending shivers down her back Slowly my hands caress her soft porcelain skin. My lips move toward her plump, luscious breasts. Slowly I suck each one flicking my tongue over her hard erect nipples. "Your breasts are so perfect" I said as I squeezed them between my hands. Gently I lay her down on the grass, she parts her legs as I crawl between them laying on top of her, my long wide hard cock brushing against her thigh. I move down her body slowly kissing. But, always, deep within, my most secret desires have always focused on the weak, effeminate male, the sissy who could be both my pal and yet also be my male woman, more erotic and sexual in the bedroom than any real female." He continued, "Real women are just what they are-real woman-by birthright. But, you are special, my dear male girl, because you are a male who does not possess that direct birthright, yet your special form of femininity is far more erotic and exciting to me than what any.