I flashed a cheeky smile and said, "I am staying and you only need me." She leaned in and kissed under my ear being slightly shorter than me which mad... my knickers wet instantly. "You shouldn't have done that," I whispered. "Which one's your room?" she asked as she slowly backed away signalling me to follow her. I confidently walked past her leading the way upstairs and out of everyone's sight. I was confident we'd go unnoticed as this was a penthouse with five bedrooms, three bathrooms, two. Its just not the case.As for being a transvestite, well, the simple fact is that I dont get anysexual charge from women's clothes. None. they are just what a womanwears, so that's what I wear.To further that point, its not about the clothes.I wear pants and a shirt most days. Dresses and skirts are saved forspecial occasions - just like most women my age. Yes, there are times whenI want to be more feminine, but I'm a practical woman , and so end up incomfortable, durable clothes. And as for. What the hell am I doing the back of my brain screamed out!Here I was helping a man out of his clothes as I longed for his cock. Iam not a queer, am I? Soon Don was naked and his manhood pointingstraight out. I got down on my knees In front of him and as my handsplayed with his obviously full balls I took his cock in my mouth andbegan to give him a blow job. He was obviously enjoying It as I could hear him moan but what was worseI was too as I could feel myself getting wetter. After a minute or. Our lips met with the lightest of pressure at first, but grew stronger. I ran my right hand through his short strawberry blond hair. He broke off our kiss and reached over my shoulder and past me, picking up my pink shower puff from the shelf we had installed in the shower when we moved in. “Let me wash your back,” he said as he also grabbed the body wash and began applying a small amount to the puff. I turned back to face the spray still cascading over me and rested my palms on the wall again.