I: could you please help me.She: What help?I: will u please do hand job?She: no… im like ur mother please don’t asks me like that.I: Please bhabhi...u said ur like my friend.She: no I’ll not cheat on my husband.I: if not then at least make my dick hard then I can masturbate myself.She: for that what can I do.I: please show me ur breast so that I can masturbate by seeing ur boobs.She: no ill not do that.After I acted like crying with a lot of pain she saw me in kind.She: I’ll take off my blouse. I felt alittle foolish for blurting so much out, but it wasn't like we werecomplete strangers. Still maybe a little info at a time would have beenbetter."Wow! That's quite a story." Cindy paused and then continued, "Do youthink you will ever get the surgery?" No," I said without hesitating. "I think I'll keep what I've got. I'mmore comfortable with that... Actually, I prefer it. I think of myselfand other male-to-female pre-op transsexuals as a third sex. Female-to-male transsexuals and. Figuring that I needed to do something to show my gratitude, I stopped off at the store and picked up some steaks and a rather decent bottle of wine. I figured that if they were nice enough to let me couch surf for a few days the least I could do was fix them a nice dinner tonight, and see how I could make myself useful. I headed over to Sonya's place and parked by the curb. Gathering up my bags and the bottle of wine I went up and knocked on the door. Sonya answered and ushered me inside. ” She took my hand and led me up the narrow stairway to the loft. There was an old metal frame bed with what looked like a down-filled mattress with overstuffed pillows and a fluffy duvet. Positioned just off one corner and facing the bed was a love seat which Mel guided me to and sat me down. She climbed on the chair on top of me and straddled my thighs as she began to kiss me. After a few minutes she got up and said, “Stay put.” She picked up her over-sized handbag and went behind a.