I certainly didn’t want to throw away so many years of a great marriage because of sex, but that was what it had gotten down to. One day I had come...across a gentleman named Rick. Rick was a divorced thirty-five year old who was into fucking other men’s wives. Since his divorce three years ago, he has had the freedom to be involved with a number of married couples. I found myself gravitating towards him and he told me about a few of his own experiences. Some lasted months, while other’s lasted. The two transvestites looked at each other while Sally explained."Darling, it's a transvestite club. Are you really sure, you want tomix with lots of weird men?" Well you're a girl and you're married to one."This completely disarmed Sally's argument but she persevered."Look Sandie, I have to explain. The majority of transvestites areheterosexual men. If they see a delicious young girl suddenly appearunescorted in their club for the first time they might read all sortsof things into your visit.. . but there she was, making eye contact and walking straight toward him. Like he was ... like he was a person or something.“H-h-h ... hi?” he stammered, but she just smiled in response, like she found his nervousness cute.“Hey!”A few minutes later, they were tumbling into an empty classroom. She’d asked if he could “drill her” on what they’d been learning that day, and though Steve was far from experienced, even he couldn’t misinterpret that. Within a minute she had his pants off, and within. I looked up the table and saw a red split from the pack just far enough to allow me a difficult cut into the top pocket.I reached again for the chalk hanging from the rope at the corner of the table, rubbed it over the tip of my cue a couple of times and lined up the shot knowing instinctively that the ball would go in. This was incredible, I looked at the red and knew exactly the spot I would have to hit it, looked at the white and somehow knew I would hit it with the right amount of pace and.