She did take me out to a very good club once as myself though and I had a great time.I've taken to putting up a map of London in my room. On it I've m...rked the places I've been out as myself. It's a big city and, as yet, there aren't that many marks but it's something that gives me hope when I see it every day.I had a fairly close call at work when some of the TG fiction sites I visit showed up in the web logs. I hadn't been thinking and just gone to check them for new stuff automatically. One. As she approached the floor to ceiling windows she headed to the sliding door mechanism switch, pushed the button, and the doors started to move opening up the space. The sun shone through her dress. His cock was aroused. She stood at the handrail of the apartment on the 32 floor she felt his hands on her waist, his bulge in her back, his hands moved up cupping her pert young breasts. "What …" Don't speak" his big strong hands picked her up and turned her upside down. She undid his belt ,. And that’s when my hand brushed off against her navel. That’s when I knew my hand was on her tummy. My morning wood was making a tent when I got out of the bed. Now a ritual had to be performed. The holy ritual of balls scratching as soon as you wake up.I yawned while performing the ritual with my eyes closed. I glanced at her as soon as the ritual was over. Her eyes were closed but twitching a little as if she was trying to act like sleeping but failed miserably and it made me suspicious. But. . Anyway, I thought it would be wonderful to take the afternoon off for this. I can hardly wait. And I love that dress."Toni smiled. She was wearing one of her long, trade-mark dresses, adapted, since her liberation, to show off her body. It was dark cotton with a white mille fleurs print, the skirt slit high on one thigh. It hugged her figure and was scooped deeply front and back. Today Toni's cleavage was in full view, and when she bent over you could see all the way to her waist."You've.