It happened notso very long ago and was one of the most amazing nights of my life. Thenames have been changed to protect the innocent.I am a very shy,...tall (6' +), slim man with a less than masculinebuild. I have enjoyed experimenting with women's clothing for thebetter part of my life, and have often had very vivid fantasiesinvolving my feminized self and very masculine, if not downright hunkymen! However, I am getting a little ahead of myself and really shouldgive you a little background...I. Between kisses on her breasts, I asked, “Has anyone ever gone down on you?”“No.”I kissed lower, my hands keeping her breasts entertained as my tongue caressed her navel. Further down I went, until my mouth was on her soft, black curls.Her legs spread on their own. She jolted when my tongue first touched her inner thigh, and again several times as I licked and kissed my way up to the tender skin where thigh met womanhood. I licked the crease there and then repeated the treatment on her other. I got off the train and decided I should enjoy the extra time. My goal was to masturbate in a public bathroom before work. It wasn’t easy getting into one, but I did. At the bookstore Border’s. I went up the stairs and then into the bathroom. I took of my coat and undid my pants. . . nervous . . .my wet panties gave me the courage to continue. I still had my clit toy going so I reached in my bag and pulled out the butt plug. I’m getting wet writing about it all again. I wet the tip by fucking. .. she died last month."Nora was crying a little now so I gave her a few minutes, refilled my coffee mug."Do you have anyone else?" I quietly continued."No, there is no one there. We had a business in a bad part of town. It was a small place that was kind of famous in Mayagüez. We made sangria and sold it only in gallon jugs or people could bring their own bottles. We got some protection because we brought a lot of tourists into the neighborhood and they ate at the local restaurants and bought.