Now there was a nance and a fruit and... well, queer was an out of date word. Gay? He snorted. What did the dresser have to be happy about? AIDS?But t...e boy stood there staring and the manager wondered if he should go over and say something. That particular mannequin had been dressed today in a silken ecru blouse, with a short, short skirt of woolen tweed in navy, with green and red plaiding stripes. She wore bone colored pumps and clutched a vinyl ecru purse to her plaster bosom. Her wig today. She was back "Hey Meg, you know this chick?” I was slightly confused.“Ya. This is Nan. She and I have been friends since third grade. She was who I told you about awhile back.” She beamed with delight.“You were right Meg. She is a nice piece of ass and a pretty cute lesbian.”By now I was confused enough for all that I just kept my mouth shut. Soon Megan spoke again. “Trish, I thought that maybe Nan could join us. I mean, I love fucking you and you just seem to be getting board of just me. I looked him strait in the eye, determined to give him the support he needed.“You know you can tell me anything” I said. He squeezed my hand and continued his voice suddenly a soft purr. “I have had these strange feelings my whole life, and I’ve tried to contain them, I’ve tried to make it go away. But finally I have to accept this, I have to accept that this is who I am.” he paused as I waited expectantly, “Christa, I am a woman. I am a woman and my name is Amber.”Strangely I was not surprised. .. Most welcome dear........ But slowly….He said...... OK...... and pushed his cock. I could feel that his cock head slipped in side of my pussy. As my pussy was still tight, I knew that two or three strong pushes form Ramesh will enter his cock fully in side. He pulled back fully and there was a strong stroke from him. Although, my pussy was fully wet and lubricant, I had little pain that time, but it was bearable. I knew that there was a full enjoyment after this little pain. He again pulled.