They introduced themselves as Jane and Martin and we quickly became friends. Jane was a teacher who had given up work to devote her time to the two ki...s; Martin was something in computers for a big company. As Jane was usually around during the day and I was working evenings in a bar, we often spent time together chatting and playing with the kids. Jane is what I'd call a typical mother: her straight dark hair is cut in a bob, she wears fairly frumpy comfortable clothes and always has a pocket. "It was a flutter. Why? Does that mean something is wrong?" No, no. Oh God Becca, I didn't mean to scare you. Everything is just fine. Don't worry. You've been doing everything right. C'mon and sit down." He patted the chair next to him, across from the woman. The woman was now studying me with what looked to be curiosity, and maybe a little contempt. True, I couldn't see her eyes behind her sunglasses, but the slight sneer on her lips said a lot."Greg, I don't want to intrude. I just couldn't. Believe it or not they exist! Transgendered people, doesn't matter if they are living 2407 as a woman or a TV and part-time discrete crossdresser. As there are hetrosexuals, gays, bi-sexuals and lesbians. There is also the transgendered. They are rare, extremely discreet and even very shy...but they exist!I remember seeing documentaries about c***dren...boys whom felt more in tuned to girls and girls whom felt more in tuned to boys. Commonly referred to as M2F and F2M. But I never thought that. Denise, looking on, pulled her hair. "Look at him! Watch your man as you suck his cock! See the pleasure in his face!" She snorted a laugh. "Fucking beginner!" She put a hand under my wife's chin, held her head up, and moved her forward and back, pumping her mouth on my shaft. I watched Linda, loving the feel of her mouth. Denise whispered into her ear, then pulled her mouth off. She stared up at me, biting her lip. "Tell him!" "I- I taste good..." She fumbled. She got a smack on the ass, and.