The dubious fact that I had been born a female called Mabel Mahoney a thousand plus years hence, died and was denied entrance to Heaven's pearly gates...until I had found a female willing to give up her life in love for me was a shock to my system that still mystified me beyond compare. I had already gotten quite used to being in physical male form but the role reversal in consummating sexual union had confused my emotions and made me wish I was back in my "receiving" rather than "giving". She understood that and slowly tried sliding her hand into my 3/4 and started rubbing the precum. And man it was the best feeling ever.It was 5 AM then and I slid my hand more deep into her dress and started caressing her cushions. I really wanted to ask her if she could come to restroom but I couldn’t because restrooms in this particular train arent good for sensual actions. But by 5:30 we were forced to move out of the action because the baby woke up and slowly there was movement in bus. Then. . I have a thought." Yea? What is it?" Well, it seems like what might help would be if you could check this out somehow ... see how it feels without actually doing it." That makes sense. But how could I do that?" How about fantasizing about it? You go in your room all alone. You get in bed ... naked, if I may suggest that, and you play with yourself ... maybe even using ... you know ... a dildo ... and pretending it was Ryan. That might help you envision it enough to see what it was like." Um. ”I answered “I want you too, Manisha” as I continued to orgasm in her warm, snug sheath. Her vaginal walls squeezed my spasming cock. Her hot pussy, with the added heat from my boiling load, kept me coming for a long time. I just kept on shooting deep in Manisha’s pussy until I couldn’t even stand up straight. She milked me with her wonderful lovebox until I was dry. Drained, I collapsed on her heaving breasts. We were both sweaty and breathing heavily from the power of our love-making.Manisha.