The wide door to the garage was half open. Next to the front door sat an old red soda case and I wondered if it was empty or filled with ice cold bott...es of soda, then doubted it. Two rickety wooden chairs were on the other side of the front door and I imagined the old man and the boy sitting there watching the traffic go by. I looked at the boy holding the nuzzle of the hose and guessed he was twelve or younger and wondered why he was here pumping gas and not in school. “What's your name?” I. "From thinking about her?" Yeah, and just big girls in general." Wow, I guess you really are into them. I don't see how, Danny, My body is disgusting." I don't think so mom, you have nice boobs, a big butt what more can you want." Like I said earlier it is a whole new game with the clothes off Danny, all the sag and wrinkles and cellulite." Call me weird but I am into that stuff." Well, you are weird." She got up and took the dishes off the table. I decided to be bold, I went on my phone and. When i sent him the proof he would send me new pics of the redhead, always better than the previous ones, but always asked for a new tribute, and always the tribute had more complex and weird conditions ("i want a pic of your cock before and after cummin", "i want a pic showing you cummed with legs open" etc.).Until, one day, he told me was going to show me the best pics of her, but i should do the tribute while we chatted (not offline, like the previous ones).. and this time the condition was. Sayuri is a Japanese post-op transsexual nurse that I fantasize about often. I imagine she knows the depths of my sexuality. She is obviously comfortable with her full transition to female, and as I indulge myself more and more in my relations with ladymen I think of how exciting it would be if I made the final step myself. I would love Sayuri to be the doctor who emasculates me and forms the new pussy between my legs. Her words to me.