This story starts in 2004, when i was posted in Hyderabad and was single then. That time Skype was a new craze among it shabby guys and girls. I was a...so not untouched by the same. It was Friday afternoon; about 4:30 pm. My status on Skype was online and i was working on a project review. Suddenly the Skype window opened with a message hi Raj……. How are you doing? This was from an unknown profile named Sara. Normally i don’t respond to any unknown message, but that day was different. Just. I’m what is called a tranny, or as some people say, a chick with a dick.” My mouth was fully opened but no words were coming out. “I knew the first time I saw you, that although my tits excited you, that you were gay and I was going to fuck you,” she said. “While you were looking at my tits, my cock would get stiff thinking about fucking a sweet young man like you. But first you have to suck my cock some to get it as hard as it needs to be.” She said. She placed her hands on my head pushing it. I straight away put one hand on her tits and the other just above her crotch and i was telling her to move her hands and legs in breast stroke technique. I slowly started slipping my hand to her pussy and dammy never stopped me in fact she would try to brush her hand on my cock. I started massaging her clit while she was acting like she was learning to swim. Within 5 minutes she came. By now I was too horny now and was looking of a way to fuck this slut.Dammy: thanks for that but chudna hai. The lady who came to the door was Miss Arabella, still attractive as ever in her fifties, possibly even more so. I always think a mature lady takes on an air of grace and beauty and is much more appealing than some young bimbo."Hello Rob, so nice to see you again," she said. She had recognized the name when I had booked and now my face. How wonderful!"I see the school has closed down, Miss Arabella, what happened?" I asked. It seemed right to still call her Miss Arabella and I could see she was.