...my Cock slowly going deeper into his mouth and then his throat!I gave his some air, using the time to move to the mattress on the floor. As we walk...d there I led him by his very hard Cock. Just before we got to the spot, I picked him up and gave him a very passionate and deep kiss, and he was kissing me back. We layed down and he went back to making love to me, while the whole time I was telling him how to suck....how to throat......what was the best technique....and of course, praying out. Call me Philippa, everybody else does.’He smiled and said, ‘OK, Mi....Philippa. Why do you think you wereattacked?’‘No, no, you're probably right, some people out there don't like girlslike us.’He paused and hoped I would say more, but I know when to shut up and letthe silence just hang there. He looked back down at his notebook, ‘Didyou know there were over 100 reported attacks on TG people last year inLondon alone?’I shook my head, ‘You're wrong, It's a lot more than that,’ I said,‘most of. I opened the door carefully and stepped in, looking at her sitting in the middle of the couch where it caved into the corner of the room. She was wearing a grey sweater and matching grey cotton trainer pants that we used in winter for PE. Immediately I thought that my chances of seeing her crotch again tonight were very slim if not impossible. I glimpsed over at her as I sat down in the corner of the couch as I did the night before. She had lip gloss on because I could see the clear reflection. After about 3-4 days of his arrival, my husband went for a weeks official tour. The next day night was a turning point in my life. I went to Deepa’s house at about 10 in the night, as she lives in our neighbourhood. She was in her nighty in the kitchen. The nighty was with a front opening. With a few buttons, underneath she was wearing petticoat and no undergarments. I was wearing a pink t-shirt and slacks. Yes I was wearing my undergarments too. We chatted in the kitchen for some time. I told.