She thanked me for taking a chance on them and helping them get more acclimated to the area. She said that her family really thought I was a great guy... Then, she shocked me. She mentioned that she and her husband had been swingers back where they lived, and they were really looking to get back into the lifestyle. She asked if I would be interested. I did my best to maintain my composure, but said that it sounded interesting and I would think about it. On our trip that day, the wife would find. ." I sighed, "well... Christina is a transsexual."I said it; I had finally gotten it out. It had taken me a few minutes, and six and a half beers, but I had said it and now I was waiting for some sort of response. The silence continued for almost a full minute, and was just starting to become unbearable when Matt cleared his throat and spoke up first."Are you being serious now dude? Because... she really doesn't look like a transsexual." No, no I know... I was surprised myself. But yeah, it's. I'm mainly there to try and understand the writers. You know, what motivates them, how they think, what their experiences and passions are. I think knowing them better allows me to be more helpful in my critiques of their stories. I really want to offer something useful to help them on their journey as writers. I'm not much of a writer myself, mind you, but I have a gift for giving meaningful feedback, if I do say so myself.It was an unseasonably warm night so I was wearing my wife-beater and. My cock was harder and stood taller than it ever had before. It was more than ready.I sat on my knees by her side on the bed. Michelle's tits beckoned. I reached out and took one in each hand. She tensed up as I rubbed my hands over the soft yet firm surface. I was touching tits! Me!I leaned down and took the near one into my mouth. I sucked on it and the nipple became hard. I played with her tits for several minutes before I sat between her legs. I stared down. Forever I desired to be this.