I do not like American women. Or men as Americanwomen." You sure, baby? I can take you places you've never been. And if yourdick isn't big enough, min... probably is. Want to see?" No thank you. Please go now. I do not want you to blow me." What if you blow me instead?" the trans woman said. "I'm Tiffany. Sayhello to Little Tiffany."Al Azziz backed up until he tripped over the small cot in his room.Tiffany sat down on his lap. She kissed him hard, her tongue lappingthe side of his face. Say. If you are good, and if I get all my work done, the three of us can go on a picnic in Central Park on Monday. Let's have our tea now."All through tea, Marie and Henry talked about the picnic and what they would take along. All the excitement about the picture apparently was for gotten. Mrs. Miller sipped her tea slowly. The picture episode had brought many subconscious thoughts, that she hardly knew she had, together in a new thought that troubled her deeply. She wished her husband was. . . Pee out of the window, I've done it once!''You what? And eww, no I can't do that you know, I'm a girl.'I looked around my room for something that could function as a toilet.'Here, pee in this.' I handed her an old bowl.She looked at me: 'I can't pee while you are here.''Well, I can't go anywhere else now, can I.' I laughed.'Okay, then don't look.I sat at my desk. Facing away from her, but I heard all the sounds. Her pants unzipping, her panties slipping down. The faint noise of pee. She was in a red suit with no dupatta and a slight makeup on. She was looking very sexy. I could see her big boobs and couldn’t stop thinking of thrashing them with my hands. She was looking like an angel made to fuck. I could see men staring at her while we were eating.After the dinner, we came back home. The following Sunday went boring as well. I was on a holiday and so she insisted that I should stay until my parents came back.Finally came the day where all my imaginations and fantasies.