I asked her who the guy was and she paused like she was confused. I asked her again and she said that it was complicated. I asked her how it was compl...cated but she quickly got up and took a shower and went to bed. I sat on the couch thinking when I noticed her phone was sitting on the armrest. I quickly grabbed it and looked at the texts and one was from someone named "Melissa" that read "I had fun last night, Hope we can do it again" I stopped and realized that she hadn't slept with a guy. They made eye contact."Alex? You're in Florence Marina!"Eugene laughed, "No Kayla, he's inside you. Can't you feel him?"The room exploded in laughter.Kayla didn't reply. Too captivated by her own orgasm, she continued fucking him. It ended. Since Alex was still filling her with his seed, she kept bouncing up and down on him until she'd had pulled every drop of seed into her. He didn't complain.When it was over, both spouses said to the women they were sure was responsible, "You set this up. She usually played early in the day when it was cooler and she avoided feeling self-conscience having a bunch of boys hanging around the court watching her tits bounce as she chased the tennis ball around the court. Her regular partner was Dean the tennis instructor an even temper older gentleman that was popular with most of the boys at the camp.Jane asked me how I was feeling and I told her I was much better but still a little sore, she asked if I had used the bathroom and I blushed a little. She is curvy and beautiful and easily passes for a girl until you speak to her, when her slightly husky voice seems to give the game away.Those of us who know and love transgender people can often tell before a person who has not made love to these beautiful creatures. When I first met Carla, I saw her across the room at an art gallery wine reception and knew. I knew she had a cock. Later, after we hooked up, I discovered to my continuing joy that Carla's cock is a thing of beauty, sculpted.