I listened to the eulogy. I cried for the loss of a friend. The picture placed on an easel was that of a middle-aged man, in a conservative suit. The ...ervice was for one Leonard Andrew Samuel. It was a sad irony that it was not who they buried.To me, she was Laura. I met her sixteen months ago, over the internet. We frequented the same chat rooms, both standing on the threshold of gender transition. After a few months of correspondence, we met for lunch. It's funny how well you can get to know. I led her into her bedroom and laid her on her back on her bed. We kissed and her slobbering mouth and fat, wet, lips sucked on my face. I got on my knees and retreated to her warm crotch, she cried and whimpered aloud as she anticipated my next move. I spread her flabby thighs apart and buried my face into her pubic hair, no wetness yet. Then I descended lower and with my hands I spread the warm rolls of flesh that concealed her sex. As I pried her open, her pasty nectar spread in strands. Un emails me se ek email aarti ka tha(name changed for privacy) usne muje pucha ki kya tumne jo story liki he kya voh sach me he ki bas aise hi likh di.Mene kaha me jo kuch kiya he voh sab kuch usme likha he muje sokh he post karne ka so mene kiya he agar aapko pasand aai he ro thank you agar koi bhul ho usme to bataie next time correction kar lunga.To unhone kaha ki nahi muje aisi koi problem nahi me bas janna chahti thi.Fir usne bye kaha next day uska firse mail aaya hi helloo karke hamari. "Well, I need a shower and since it was already running I decided I should come in. To save water and all." He picked up the body soap and began to lather himself up. He made it seem like he did this every day, jumping in the shower with a naked girl. But I knew he was pretending as he was rock hard.I felt myself lick my lips as I finally got a good look at the cock that had been in my pussy twice now. Both times he had fucked me I hadn't had a chance to see his cock. And boy what a cock it.