"I think what we didwasn't gay, I think we were having fun, exploring, that's all. We enjoyedit. As they say, no harm no foul. I'm sorry if you feel w... did somethingwrong. I would have hoped you saw it the same way." Maybe I should tellhim. "But at the same time I saw something in you that ... well ... Ilike you, a lot ... you bring something out in me. It's hard to explain.It's weird, I'm not gay, I don't like boys in that way at all. But withyou it seems to be different, it something about. At the top of the stairs he pushed me against the wall, still holding me up in the air and still fucking me. I bounced on his cock, holding onto his shoulders as he pounded my pussy hard and fast. He banged me harder and faster up and down on his dick while he snogged me and sucked my neck as I was brought up and down on his cock. He is really strong so bounced my light frame with ease on his large dick. He then took me into the bedroom as I rode his cock. He pulled out and sat me on the bed. “I have a personal question for you.”“What is it, Randy?”“Are you a homosexual?”“Uh…I’m sorry…”“Don’t be scared. I’m fine with it. I just wanna know.”“It’s hard to explain.”“Well, do your best.”“I like men, yes. But, I feel like a woman on the inside.”“Ah! So, you’re a transgender.”“Yes! I think that is how you say in English.”“I like transwomen,” Randy admitted.“Really,” Miro asked.“Yep! I got a pretty tranny girlfriend in Dallas.”“Oh, my! How long have you known her?”“Ten years. I bought her. It would be far better if you go ashore with three or four of your shipmates and the locals heard you all complaining about what a bastard I was.” I changed my voice. “Thirteen days, mates! Thirteen hard days of hauling lines and rowing! For four Pinches!” I changed my voice again. “Aye. He’s a right bastard, Lord Jason is. How’m I gonna marry the Queen with only four Pinches in me pocket? Answer me that!”Back to my own voice. “So. I owe you fifty-two Pinches. It’ll be far more by the time we.