I always think to myself aboutwhat might have happened if I hadn't been arrested.I stayed at MIT for six years and earned my Bachelors, Masters, andDo...torate. I also met the man who would become my husband. We met whenmy computer crashed. He was working for campus IT to pay for his schooland responded to my call. We hit it off and have been loving and laughingever since. When we were both done with school, we got married andsettled in a city where both of us could find work. That happened. It finally reached Friday night and her and I planned to meet at a club nearer to me on this occasion. We met each other at the club a little after 8pm where we greeted each other with a big passionate kiss. My hands gripped my sexy lady's ass and pulled her into my body. I was really fucking horny, my cock was hard throbbing and ready to explode. We stood by my car for a while making out with passion and we both became more horny. We then decide to skip the club and go have some fun somewhere. I startedwith my mother's clothes and bit by bit created a wardrobe of thrown outand stolen items. Like most cross-dressers I would occasionally feelrepulsed by what I was doing and throw away my clothing, but in time Ihad settled down. When I moved to New Jersey I started living more andmore as a woman and after working with a therapist came to theconclusion that I really was transgender. I planned on beginning thereal life test and was preparing to talk with personnel when the Martinssprang. Soon, we found the right rhythm and were banging Sylvia's holes unisono. Our hands massaged her knockers and from there, it was a short way... her body started to tremble and her voice got gradually louder higher.“Don't. Stop... yes... yes... ”Her shriek almost broke the windows and her fuckhole held my cock in vice-grip. Sylvia was shaking violently and we bouth could feel the intensity of her orgasm. Just a few seconds later, Paul let loose his roar and pumped his load inside Sylvia's ass. I.