She assured me that she was willing to meet up with the right guy and take care of his needs.We continued chatting with each other for the next couple...of months, and finally decided to meet in person. The only problem was that we lived about 6 hours apart, so we decided to meet somewhere in between. I told her that I would get a room in a hotel for 2 nights and we could really get to know each other and have a good time. When the day came for us to meet we decided to meet in a bar and have a. The fact that my desire to be a woman would never go away, but had become instinctual helped prove to me that I was never truly a Jeff, but always a Jenn. She wasn’t a fetish or some deviation on being bi or gay, but real flesh and bl**d femininity. Whenever I was her, I felt right and whole. Whenever I see her in the mirror or a photo, I know she is me. And I am so glad, so very glad, I embraced myself by embracing her. Jennifer started out shy and timid – uncertain of herself and how others. I know both are marriage I never did meet a hubby for either. Other than Beth poking a finger at my restrained cock and balls I don’t recall either of Miss Cindy two friends being physically involved in anything we did. Miss Cindy never said much in front of me about our relationship to them. There were a few exceptions to that, mostly when I screwed up.One afternoon when Beth was over for coffee I some how had gotten pretty involved in the conversation. I normally just answered questions and. So erotic that my cock was leaking precum so much that I had a large stain on my suit pants. There were no customers showing up at the open house and I was so horny that I took a pair of very sexy Vanity Fair lavender bikini panties (size 5) from her drawer and stepped into the bathroom to get some relief. I quickly unzipped and wrapped the silky smooth and cool material around my throbbing cock shaft and began to slowly stroke, all the while thinking of the hot MILF that owned these sexy.