“A really big, good one! Have you been seeing a sex ther****t or something?” “Uh…something,” I replied. How could I tell her about my transe...ual tryst? How could I tell anyone, for that matter? What would she think of me if I told her my newfound bedroom skills owed a large part to being butt-hammered by a gorgeous blonde shemale? Monica and I started our relationship again, and saw each other several times during the week. The date for my next trip to New York City approached, and she asked if. "You know, Ben," he said, "those two are pretty easy on the eyes." Can't argue with that. Only problem is, I keep getting this vision of steel bars and a big, hairy cell-mate named Bubba..."He laughed out loud. "Relax, dude. Those two are NOT going to say anything to anyone about what happens when they're here. Took me a while to get my head around it too. Like up until the time they both started giving me blowjobs!" I still can't believe Jennifer's OK with that." Are you kidding?" he shot. "Oh, yes," said the Emir, "Nice food, and a nice place to live. There is my hunting. Did you know that we hunt here, in the full hunting pink, with hounds?" No, Sir. That was an aspect of life in Kobekistan which had escaped my notice. I knew, of course, that the highest order of chivalry here is the Royal Huntsmen, but I never realised that there was a hunt." Oh, yes. A very fine sight these local dignitaries make in English hunting pink on fine horses. The only way you would know it wasn't. Before dinner, she was preparing for it and was roaming about in the house. I don’t know why, but she looked gorgeous. There was a pink flower (design on the saree) right on her ass. A thought entered my mind,’ may be her ass is as delicate and as fragrant as this flower’. Guess what, I had an instant hard-on.While at dinner, I said, “You look beautiful.”“Hmmm..?” she raised her head.“I said you look beautiful.” And we both started laughing. There were tears in her eyes and I felt the same. She.