My eyes were watering and his cumwas dripping from my mouth onto my exposed thighs, my dress having riddenup during our foreplay.Tony made a final thr...st, not quite so hard, and his hands eased theirgrip on my head as he moaned in pleasure. My hand squeezed his cock fromits base to the tip as I milked the last drops of cum from his softeningcock. I reckoned that I'd swallowed more than had escaped, but I probablystill looked quite a mess.His cock slipped from my lips even though my hand was. The scent of her tells you, without looking that it’s her. Your hand lifts to connect with hers and you squeeze her forearm in acceptance of her presence. When your other hand lifts to stroke her hair, she takes advantage of your exposed self and she tracks her hand up and over your thigh towards your cock. As much as she enjoyed standing behind you and seeing it hang between your legs, the event was arousing you both. With the room now full of steam, you can blame that for not seeing things. If there was ever any question aboutwhy I was using the women's restroom, or trying on dresses, I was toshow the person asking questions that card. She called it my newidentity card. It simply said that I was a transsexual and in theprocess of my transition. And I was not to wear any boy things everagain. Instead I was to be a woman 24/7. From that day on, it was to beskirts, dresses, panties, bras, and so on only. If I did wear jeans,they were to me women's jeans. I was also to allow my hair. ’ I took a sip, it wasn’t bad. ‘This is nice, it’s been so long since I’ve been able to sit down and have a cup of coffee with someone. I would like it if we could make this into a regular thing.’ ‘I was just about to suggest that very thing. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve had the nerve to ask a woman to join me for a coffee, probably about the same time since I’ve gotten the courage to speak to a woman.’ ‘I take it that the reason that you live on your own is that you’re divorced.