..well, it was probably just as well that he could not. He put his dishes in the dishwasher, gave his wife a passionate kiss, and left for work... He did not envy her. She would be alone in the empty house with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your point of view), the day passed quickly. Dinner that night was a quiet affair. Miranda, uncomfortable with the unusually quiet atmosphere, took it upon herself to start the. Would not have imagined that her years of yoga training would lead herinto to a position quite like this. The lifeless young lady who's 24? waistbent so easily into this pretzel shape, with her 38? breasts now pinched betweenher compressed shoulders and thighs and her beautiful hazel eyes hidden behindclosed eye lids was now ready for boxing. Her head turned to one side and pressedinto the ropes binding her ankles. The deliveryman had bound her 5'7? frameinto a cute little 117 lbs bundle of. I got hard just looking at her picture, which was when it dawned on me that the only time I got hard was looking at, or being with, another tranny. That I was gay had already been established, but was I also a lesbian? Maybe so. The next girl I saw made my jaw drop. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous but she was sexy and very familiar. I couldn't believe I was looking at Stella. I mean, I'd never suspected that she was a tranny but there was the proof right there between her legs. Now what she'd. Water was running down her slim legs into her running shoes. Her mousey hair was frazzled and sticking to the side of her face. But none of that drew much attention from me. My eyes were glued to her top. It had been a warm, humid day and Em had gone out in just a tight running vest. She rarely wore a bra when she ran and the wet vest clung to her now like a second skin. The outline of her small puffy breasts could be clearly seen and her nipples stood sharply to attention. It was almost.