Also if you are offended by Transgendered, Gay, and Lesbian themes, please be gone...this is not the story for you (unless your morbid curiosity gets ...he better of you (*grin*), but consider yourself warned).This story is dedicated to my beloved friend and soul mate who passed away in November of 2002. Dana, I will always miss you terribly.I would like to thank those that helped me with the proofing and structure of the story. I would love to hear any and all constructive feedback. Please. As we made out, I rubbed her back firmly and her hand finally made its way onto my shaft. I startled a little bit, but she kept going regardless. My hand on her leg had fallen still, and now I moved it onto her chest. If she was rubbing my cock, she wouldn't mind if I copped a feel.She didn't mind at all... she thrust her chest forward into my cupped hand and I could feel through the thick fabric of her bra a firm nipple. Her breast was soft and delicate-feeling and I gave it a firm squeeze and. As we stood talking,me darting my eyes up and down from his crotch to his eyes it was obvious that he was starting to grow a boner...his cock head and balls were hanging out of one leg of those thin nylon shorts.And he kept adjust himself,pulling on his cock and squeezing his balls as we talked. He DID start coming to the lodge regularly then...I'd meet him in the pool area and sauna & locker room where he'd continually walk around naked and wearing his too small speedo bathing suit or wearing. I held it there without breathing. I couldnt believe I had my face in Little Red Missys rear-end. I wanted to savor and anticipate the scent. I held my breath. I built my bravado. I pressed in enough to have my nostrils between her butt cheeks but not far enough to close off inhalation. And then . . . then . . . I sniffed Little Red Riding Hoods butt. I sniffed and sniffed and savored the sweet scent. It was sweet and somewhat musky. It filled my entire being with her heavenly scent and I.