I'd heard from a friend earlier; He'd been born with one ovary and one testicle. The white-coats in their wisdom had made him a 'he' as a child. Now h...'d discovered he had testicular cancer, and his one remaining gonad had to come off before cancer ran rampant through his lymph nodes. Sheesh, now that is bad luck.I sat on a stool and looked around the bar. Not very busy tonight; a group of youths posturing machismatically by the pool table; an old couple sitting with nothing left to say to each. "And unlike Naomi, I don't haveany panties to get in the way!"The black lady leaned forward. I felt her fingers entwine in my hair asshe pulled my face to her lap. From the corner of my eye, I just hadtime to catch a glimpse of Naomi's huge, amused grin. Then shapelyblack legs filled my vision as my mouth and nose were pressed intowarm, moist womanhood.I knew that this might be the acid test of my disguise. For they say(and lesbians firmly believe it) that no one can pleasure a woman quitelike. It was located in a side street off the main street and the shop was tidy, but overstuffed with the most amazing things. "Can I help you?" a voice said and I turned to see a small man with a large moustache emerging from a back room."Yes, you can," I said. "I am here to retrieve some goods on behalf of a friend. I am sorry, I have no idea how this works."He eyed my expensive business suit and nodded - I am sure I stood out from his usual clientele. "Have you got the receipts?" he asked."Sure,". Ed touched her shoulders and she stood up. They exchanged an impatient kiss, Ed moving down quickly to her neck. He stepped back as she removed her contorted top and bra, then he bent down to her breasts. As he tongued her erect nipples his hand pressed down past her tummy and tucked inside her waistband. She undid a button on her trousers, allowing his hand to advance to her crotch. He pressed against her panties and felt the dampness there. His moved his hand inside them and felt the crispy.