I never went back, of course, for a variety of reasons.“Good afternoon, heathens,” Gordon announced himself in his true judgmental fashion, despit... the fact that Aunt Molly never called him names even once.“Good afternoon, Fat One with a ‘n’,” I responded with more sauce than usual.“Excuse me?” Gordon looked down his nose at me with considerable umbrage, as if to swat me like a fly.“In Spanish, ‘gordo’ means ‘fat one,’ and then you add an ‘n’ to that, so you’re the ‘fat one with an n.’ Don’t. He said he had a she male friend; a hot ass girl with a huge cock.I laughed, saying I was straight and did not want a cock in my ass.But Jimmy convinced me that the she male had an ass to die for.I finally accepted and I made some arrangements with this sexy she male, to meet at a motel room down the highway…I was really nervous on the way but excited at the same time. I knocked on the door and found a stunning woman standing in front of me, wearing a sexy black and red lingerie outfit.Jimmy. His apartment was a half-block away and it was warm and cozy inside. He took my coat and air dried it next to a wall heater.“Here you go, Anna,” he said, handing me a glass of wine and sitting next to me on the couch.“Thank you.”“My pleasure,” he replied, giving me a gorgeous smile. I was getting more and more familiar with his face, and he was quite handsome.“Do you live here alone?” I asked as I glanced around the living room and saw no family photos above the fireplace or on the walls.“Yes,. I was fully open to him. He kissed the backs of my thighs, then ran his tongue up to my cheeks, tenderly kissing them. With his hands, he parted them, and I knew he was looking at my most private hole. I felt his tongue around my anus, then he pushed it inside, swirling around. He moved down and sucked my labia into his mouth, his hands firmly massaging my buttocks. He licked up and down my pussy, probing inside, and flicking over my clit. I was glad none of my weight was on my legs, as I would.