We sat in the living room and introduced ourselves. His name was Victor and he was called Vic. He was married but his wife did not swing so he did i... as a single. I got up from between them and went and brought drinks. As I did they both gave me a little swat on the butt. When I came back Jim had put on some music and he asked me to do a sexy striptease for them. I like to dance so this was not a problem. As I shook my tits and ass in their faces and slowly stripped off my clothes they. No matter how hard he tried to keep transsexuals away from his mind while he was intimate with his wife, the thought of a girl stuffing his ass with cock was pervasive. He posted an ad on a shemale dating site and waited expectantly for a few days. He started to miss a couple of walks in the park, 'lots of work to catch up to' he said over the phone. He soon found a favorite girl in Ariana, a voluptuous Dominican with a 9" black cock. He liked to get down on his knees and suck on that god. The pressure starts building. I stand still. I feel every piece of dirt and every callous as his other hand runs over the exposed balls, threatening them. He lightly flicks one and then the other. I flinch. His nails lightly scratch the smooth skin. I hold my breath and try to think but it's getting difficult to concentrate as--- "That's better now," Ricardo snears as my unit starts to thicken. Gina groans with pleasure at the sight of my cock hardening to his expert hands. I look. In my last letter to you, on Wednesday, November 18th, 1998, I stated that you were ‘obviously a faithful correspondent!’, because you were very prompt with your response to my letter from earlier in the same day. I do not wish to be proven wrong about you, Ms. Slocum, so I am going to ASSUME (despite the well-advertised dangers of doing so) that you did not get my last letter, in which I ask some questions that have been plaguing my young Granddaughter’s thoughts for days now (sometimes she.