.and i won't 'enjoy' having sex with you.But...you may use my body to satisfy your 'needs' and to show you I'm serious..you may 'use me' now!"And wit... that..she walked over to the dining room table,took her shoes off..then her panties too..and bent over the table...where she lifted her skirt over her ample bottom! I was still shell shocked my her revelation about her being a closet lesbian...never mind looking at her glorious arse in stockings in front of me! But in the back of my mind at had. It wasn't pushed away so I started to stroke over the nipple which soon went hard. No matter what manoeuvre I tried that was as far as I got. Whilst waiting for her bus to her home, as it was dark I pushed my crutch against her's. She must have felt my stiffy and didn't push away but I was still only allowed to stroke her breasts outside her clothes. Made a date for the following saturday, but still no further action. This time she asked if I would like to spend the next weekend with her at. We were both 22 at this time. Naomi was very cute. I had a crush on her but wasn’t able to say it to her. It was unthinkable to me of making love to a woman, so I had dismissed this silly idea and had focused on male companions but wasn’t at all satisfied with those relations. But this evening, the very tight cocktail dress she wore and her sandals slipped barefooted and enhancing the lines of her ankles were beginning to arouse me. I wondered what she would say if she was able to read my. He was now Stephanie, both body and soul. Tyrone hadher castrated and had given her surgeries that gave her a more feminineface and those big titties. She'd also had ribs removed to help her getdown to an impressive hourglass waistline. By the time I saw her again,he was a wet dream slut come to life and it was everything I could do tohide my excitement at her image while outwardly professing how shocked Iwas by all of this to my coworkers.But not shocked enough to hide my online history from.