I move back as she does and we touch. She glances at me, gives a quick gasp as she realises then turns back as I shake my head. Her butt pushs out to ...ouch mine and I push gently against the pressure. We surreptitiously lean against each other enjoying the warmth and silent sharing. I chuckle and turn to lean against the door frame. She is behind me and to my right. Still chatting but I can feel her full attention on me. We are close. My arm & hand is against the doorframe. She pushs back. It's me, Sam, again. I was telling you my sad story. At least it was sad to me. Some of you readers might be getting quite a hoot out of my problems.I'd been badly injured by my wife's lover. Her name is Kim, and his is Eddie. I had caught them together in our bed and Eddie had wiped the floor with me. All of the time he was beating me to a pulp, Kim kept saying, "Stop Eddie! He's not a quarter of a man you are. Get over here and fuck me." Those two sentences that she said over and over were. Now that I’d opened them I saw her staring at me with an expression best described as flummoxed on her face.I start to back peddle but no coherent words come out. So I stop talking and let an awkward silence settle. After 155 seconds I was about to apologize when she said,“Oh, I thought you knew. I mean everyone else we work with figured it out and you’ve known me the longest. Lance, I’m transgender.”“Huh?” I replied.“I was born a boy and started hormones in my teens to become a woman.”“Oh. So. But due to some of her relatives marriage in distant location she has to leave for more than 2 months. We were unhappy of the sex not having for 2 months. but she made an arrangement for me to have some fun with other women. As I was not interested in doing it without her but she insisted me to do as she also was an horny girl and was aroused by the sexual adventures of my maid and me. She was a rag picker and a friend to my maid. She shared every sexual encounter with her.Her name is Jaya she.