He used his signing bonus money to pay for a trip to Vegas. He bought me a beautiful wardrobe and then we got married, well, of course, it wasn’t re...ognized across the country, but we didn’t need a paper to tell us we belonged together. We had our honeymoon in Aruba. It was by far the most beautiful time anyone could imagine and I…was in pure sissy-heaven.” She paused as she drifted away down memory lane until her young hosts asked. “Well?”“Well, what?” The beautiful elderly black transgender. A three-hour drive away, there was anexaminer from the state in the file room of a small town bank, but nobanker in the big corner office. I was supposed to find him. The car wasthe last thing on my list that day to check.She was the kind of lady who had to give you grief. Short hair, sun- orbleach-pale. Not thin, not heavy; sturdy, I guess you'd say. Tiny linesfanned from her eyes, her skin stretched thin over her cheekbones. In herlate 30s, 40s, probably. Jeans, turtleneck, the usual kind of. Later I will take him into my bedroom and tie him spread-eagled on his back so I can ride that cock again, this time milking it dry with my strong pussy muscles and then perhaps having him lick his own cum as it oozes back out of my pussy. But for the moment, it's enough to just cuddle here in the kitchen.Honey-Lee–the journeys of a TG NymphoChapter 2 – Honey gets caught servicing the pool guyFor a few minutes after our breathtaking lovemaking Paul just held me close as we stood in the. She couldn’t help but stare at the girls on the walls. They also were ringed in lights. One girl was hanging on a cross with branches of a red rose bush wrapping her ample chest and thin waste. Streams of blood were rolling down from her tits and waist. It was a cruel religious joke. But it went on; another slave was hung similarly only upside down with blood over her upper body and dripping to the floor. Neither of the girls made a sound, they were well trained. Red lights outlined the cross. .