She was my girlfriend beforeI was diagnosed, I had loved dressing for years and was sent to livewith my maternal grandparents because of it. My girlfr...end supported methroughout my life and is the driving force for my transition. She lovesme deeply, she fell in love with me as a person so labels on ourmarriage don't apply. She liked guys before she met me, then she lovedme, then supported me as a closeted transgender person. She loves me forme, despite squabbles she always loves me. Maybe your. Sitting so close and not being able to go back inside her was torture. As always she dressed in a way that perfectly masked the fact she was a sexual goddess. I don't even know where one finds clothes that dowdy except perhaps an Amish gift shop. Since we were hiding in plain site, we mostly spoke at work via email. In fact, women who noticed I was nice to the woman nobody socialized with thought I was some kind of saint. Kind of ironic. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, we would. “I’ll text her that we’re here.”Shortly Jason spotted his sister coming through a pair of doors. Naomi was a large woman: She was big-boned but physically fit and she wore a sleeveless top that showed the muscle definition in her arms. Her skin was light brown and her curly, brown hair was tied into a fluffy ponytail.Jason stood and embraced her. Naomi turned to Aja. “You must be Aja -- Jason’s girlfriend.”“Fiancee,” Jason interjected. “We’ve set a date.”“Congratulations,” Naomi replied. “What. ”As I warmed the towel again, I untied the bathrobe letting the fabric fall open.The landing strip over my nearly completely shaved pubis highlighted my otherwise glowing smooth skin.Terry’s eyes transfixed on my exposed nipples and pussy in the dim light upon re-entering his bedroom. “Auntie Claire, you’re naked!”“I was getting kind of hot Terry.” I winked, closing the door once again.Sitting down behind him again, I tossed the towel off of Terry and covered his cock and balls with the heated.