Both of us are fairly average looking and had a few lovers before we met.After trying the usual fantasies during sex and doing it in different places ...nd positions, we were running out of ideas. I was sort of complaining to my mother, who is widowed and in her early 50s. She gave me a long look and asked if I’d like to know how she and my father solved the very same problem. We are pretty close so I took the chance and told her that I was interested.She explained that periodically they. I lay there for a few minutes as the wonderful feeling slowly subsided. As it did so I became aware that his hardness was still filling and stretching my pussy. I was now in a bit of a quandary for Rory hadn't cum and I didn't want to lift myself off him. With a stretch I found I could reach the hand cuff keys on the bedside table. I took them and released his hands from the cuffs and although he was still tethered to the bottom of the bed he could open his legs and he now rolled me over. Individually, when one comes into my direct contact, I would hope I gave them the treatment they expected as one person to another and hope I've never done anything to cause them any discomfort. I remember once in a club there was an obvious cross-dresser, and one of my GF's spent the whole night with him giving him make-up tips. I think that might be one of the differences, a cross-dressing man is still a man, while a transsexual sees themselves as a woman. I know, my preconceptions and I. I was a normal heterosexual man, not a woman. Then myAvatar body seemed to take on a life of its own as I returned the kisssticking my tongue fully into his mouth while feeling both weak andprotected by his strong arms. After being carried into to his bedroom andI was laid on the bed. I quickly pulled off my skirt and panties waitingwith parted legs for him to disrobe and make love to me. I had never feltthis way before. It seemed so right yet at some level deep down inside memy male ego knew.