.. we have split up." He said."I'm sorry to hear that." I said to him with my sympathetic voice."It's no big deal." He said. "We still are good friend..., but we worked out that we weren't really compatible as a couple." Well, that happens sometimes." I said. "But I'm glad you are still good friends." Well, we were friends before, and it was a mutual decision. So you don't need to worry your pretty head about it. And how is your love life going?" Still going hot." I said with a smile.He smiled. I,ve worked with all sorts of nationalities and colours of people and got on well with most of them, survived the threat of the IRA and their London Bombing campaign and experienced all the fun and games of commuting in London and the frequent strikes on public transport usually the underground. I,ve worked mostly nights and had some strange incidents happen I can,t even begin to explain. There was a stretch back in the late 1970s when we lived in Ponders End a part of zen field in North London. She had been living with a very pretty lady Samantha. My Mother and Samantha had raised me and my sister Lori in a well to do neighborhood and we wanted for nothing. My parents were talented and wealthy. I normally dressed as girl and often fought with Lori over clothes. When I was about 12 I started wearing my mothers stockings and pantyhose and trying on her shoes. Samantha realized it was time for me to have my own clothes when she notice me masturbating in my mothers lingerie. I soon began. My hips started to rise up to meet the hands on me and the fingers inside me. I felt the moisture dripping out of me sliding across my ass. “Oh please, someone finger my ass,” I thought. I felt hands kneading both inner thighs. One student on each side of me was rubbing their crotches and their restrained cocks against my rapidly rising and falling hips. I felt someone slowly pushing something into my rectum and then following along with my movements. Fingers curled up inside me finding my.