"Forty dollars. The bullet mold is extra." I'll give you forty for the rifle, the mold, and a thousand caps," I said."Make it a hundred caps and you h...ve a deal," he said.I nodded and asked, "How about a revolver and a shotgun?" I've got two types of revolver," he said. "I have a Paterson Colt in a .36 caliber and I have the new Colt Walker in a .45 caliber." Can we see them both?" I asked. I had a Paterson myself, so I knew what they looked like, but I wanted to make sure the one he was. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm OH - oooohhh WOW - did it FEEL so SO good !!! - I pranced around the bathroom like a slutty little bitch on heat. And what's more I WAS on heat !!! - Horny whore heat !! - I preened myself in front of the mirror and I could see how excited my dick had become. For it was no longer a dick anymore, but a fully erect ramrod rampant rock-hard she-cock - And oh WOW was I excited to see it like that and to FEEL its white-hot whore-heat burning in my hands - I was in seventh heaven. Or. I was gonna be at that Starbucks getting coffee anyway, if she wanted to join me even better.I grabbed a table near the door and 10 minutes later she walked in. It was undoubtedly her. She was not done up like a porn star, obviously, but she looked amazing. Like a super hot college girl. I've been out with transgendered women before and had fun and they were very attractive but they still had some masculine qualities - a lower voice? Muscular-ish arms? Man hands? It never bothered me because I. Matt was stunned…and delighted. He’d been waiting for this moment. He was dying for the taste of his mate. Matt’s hands clenched in the lapels of Rhys’s coat as their mouths met, hungrily. Both moaned deep in their chests at the taste of the other. Their tongues dueled, their mouths attacking each other. Rhys pulled back, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. “You taste even better than I imagined. Come on, let’s go home.” Matt nodded, stunned and breathing hard. He was beyond speech. They.