Is that right to say? I’ve never met a transsexual before.”“It’s fine. I know what you mean. I’m usually not this open about it with new peo...le really. In fact my previous neighbors had no idea and I lived next to them for 5 years.”“So your breasts?”“Bought and paid for.” she arched her back to proudly show them off.“Wow they did a great job. At least as far as I can tell by looking.”“Here. Give them a feel.” she grabbed my hand and placed it on her tit. I fought off the urge to moan not to. ”My mother didn't even answer back. She needed all of her concentration to keep her eyelids from closing. I sighed and returned to my room. After darkening it, I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes.“Damn, after seeing her like that, I am already hard again! Well, no harm in going for another round.”I was about to pull down my pants when I suddenly heard a voice in the dark.“Hey, Daniel!”I was frozen in place. I couldn't move or speak. I was barely able to think until the voice returned.“Don't. So the next morning, Thursday, she phoned me to say we would be welcoming a houseguest on Saturday night and that he would be staying over.To say I felt in a daze for the next couple of days would be an understatement. So then it was Saturday and I awoke with my usual hard on and noticed that, Karen, my wife was already in the shower. I walked in to join her and marveled at this pocket rocket that was my wife,from her long auburn hair to her 38-D perky breasts, her flat stomach and pinched. Either the driver would see us and stop, or he wouldn't Either way was trouble.As we neared the halfway point, we were both becoming a little short of breath, but didn't dare slow the pace. We still held hands in the darkness, so we didn't lose contact. We wouldn't have a hope of finding each other here.Somehow passing the halfway point increased the feeling of helplessness, and we pushed ourselves along as much as possible, still quiet apart from our rasping breaths, and slamming hearts.The.