"I mean, love you and well... you need to know that I am..." she paused for a long, long time again. "I'm a man, a transvestite. I am sorry." She hung...up. This was one of those moments where I was in suspended animation. The world continued its oblivious buzz around me, but I was still as a statue just sitting there. A million thoughts went through my head. I was confused, angry, bewildered. I sat there for about five minutes like that until my buddy Frank came by and slapped my back and said,. His tongue probed in and out of my asshole, and I loved it. He then rolled me back over and started on my cock again, but this time had his fingers up my ass. The feeling was unbearable, and I could not hold off my orgasm any longer I came hard in his mouth, and he swallowed, but not all of it. He came back up and kissed me, and he let my cum just slide right onto my tongue, we played with it in my mouth for a bit until we fought with our tongues who could have it first. We both just lay there. ‘I haven’t got a girl Meg, in fact, I haven’t had sex since we spilt up’. Meg sensed her chance ‘why don’t you come back to my hotel room and we can talk more’ she asked. Dave eagerly accepted and as they made the 5 minute walk back Meg teased Dave with talk of how she loved him eating her pussy before sex. As they entered the hotel room Meg excused herself and went to the bathroom. Dave sat on the edge of the bed wondering if this was a good idea. Meg came out of the bathroom wearing a red bra. Realizing how close I was to Mom's pussy was so exciting. But a groan emerged, loud and long, when I felt moist labia, soft and warm, nestle against and then surround my straining, flared helmet, my erection touching a hot, moist, velvety spot.I instinctively hunched forward, driven by the erotic feel of Mom's pussy and a wild imagination. A stunningly soft, silky smooth glove slipped over my erection, slid down my shaft, encompassing me snugly in heat and moisture. Jesus. I never knew. It was.