Your knees bend and I find that your hand is now resting on my arm – as if to make sure my hand doesn’t leave until the mission is accomplished. I...begin to move my finger in the valley between your lips – pausing with each stroke to make a circle around, and over, your clitoris. Slowly at first, then gaining speed, I notice that your hips are moving in tune with my motions. I slide my erection between your cheeks, I continue to stroke you, as I play with your nipple. I begin to whisper sexy. It wasn’t until many years later that I started to discover where my deepest desires could find expression. Ladyboy Paula was taller than me, especially on her heels, and hot looking with her long black hair and makeup. I had thought about having sex with a transsexual and sucking my first cock for years till I finally came across her ad and showed up at her place, ready to take the plunge. We stood facing each other, looking each other up and down then she drew me close and put her arms. The bitch was dressed in a white blouse, short pink skirt and very high heels! I let her in the living room, offered her a drink, got myself a beer, was playing Mr Niceguy. I could see the confusion in her face. I sat down on the couch and started flipping through the tv channels, ignoring the cunt. She started talking to me, why did I not fuck her hard, I need that so, she said, PLEASE USE ME! She opened her legs wide next to me on the couch pulling her panties away, showing me her filthy. Gwen pulled on her shorts, not bothering with her underwear. She wrestled her tits into the tiny Bikini top, checked her face in the mirror and told James she was ready. Gwen’s breasts strained at the material and looked as if they might pop out at anytime. Her shorts were cut high and they fit her like a glove. The bottom of her ass cheeks hung out the bottom. Her long blond hair by this time had that wind blown look. Her face was flushed with the earlier activity and her sparkling blue eyes.