”“Oh he wouldn’t be interested in a fat woman like me, he’s too handsome. He could have any woman he wanted.” She said“What if he wanted y...u, could he have you?” I asked.She didn’t answer me, she just smacked my arm again.“What? You know he wants you, do you want him?” I asked playfully“He doesn’t want me! Besides I’m a married fat woman.”“You are not FAT! I keep telling you that! As far as him wanting you, are you telling me that you didn’t see him getting a hard on for you?” I was hoping for. Isn't that exactly how an all consuming addiction starts? First, it’s just a curiousity, just a taste. Then another, and another. I had to experience it now. No other lady seemed to do, seemed so incredible, beautiful and exciting. I searched out and found a “Transgender and Shemale Night” at a bar, in another city. I had to go, I had to know. Nervous, but sure, I pulled into the parking lot. My head began to swim. Everywhere were beautiful, sexy women in tight short dresses. It was difficult. The shower had renewed me, and I was ready for anything.Uncle Clyde astonished me by setting out his good china, and on the dining room table, no less. He sat me down elegantly, and went back to the kitchen. He returned with two tall lighted candles, and a bottle of red wine with two glasses. I was impressed. He filled both glasses, handed me one, and clinked his glass against mine. He started to drink his wine, so I did the same. It wasn’t very sweet, but it was good. We ate dinner, and. I pushed my hand until my hand was right on her snatch. I found her clit right away and my eyes got wide when I felt a piercing. I started rubbing it in circles. Her breath hitched for a second then her eyes glassed over as she stared straight ahead. I pinched it hard and she gasped out loud."Ms. Stevens, is there something you would like to share with the class?" Our teacher asked."No sir, I had just realized that I had forgotten my house key at home and my parents won't be home til Sunday." .