"Picking at her food across the table, Emilia is unable to suppress a smile. You always love making her smile. It has to be well earned.Your father gr...mbles, "Jason, don't be rude to your sister."Cassidy smirks at you. Of course your father defends her. He always does. Cassidy has him wrapped around her little finger. It's impressive really.The banter finished, your family of five enjoys the meal that your mother made. Tonight was meatloaf. Not one of your favorite meals but Mom could make. They were crystal blue bed room eyes. I stared deep into them. And before I knew it I was standing in front of him. "You leaving?" "Yeah, I didn't know this was a gay bar." "Same thing happened to me the first time I came here. Are you gay?" "Oh NO... no way. I just stepped inside because I saw the drink special." "Oh I see..." "Are you gay?" "Me? Oh no, Guys don't turn me on one bit at all. I love girls. I love how they dress, talk, act. I love all of it. So as you see I am not gay." . This happened when I was on a business trip to Dubai. I am a bisexual guy and like she males, crossdressers. Anyways I found an ad by a shemale offering massage. I booked an appointment and went to her place. Her name was Maria. She was an English speaking shemale from Brazil.I was happy that she was from Brazil since my earlier encounters with Brazilian shemales was very good and satisfying. Maria greeted me with a smile and asked me to undress and lay face down on the bed. I did just as she. She could never have described the sensation as it slid into her backside, but it felt something like when Peter had pushed his finger into her down there, but after another moment, it traveled much further into her. She tried to squeeze that opening shut, but too late, the device was already halfway inside of her, and in its lubricated condition, she had no hope of preventing it from being inserted fully into her. She shut her eyes tightly, and her focus was entirely on the sensation in her.