He was tall, thin, and a really good dancer. I was secretly amused when the music slowed down. When a guy rubs against a girl's body he often gets a c...rtain physical reaction. That's all right, girls have a similar reaction. The music started, and it didn't take long before I felt his dick harden. I was getting turned on, and if we'd been at a party I would have led the way to the nearest mattress.Ah, that was not to be. I rubbed back against him, and imagined that hardness just a little lower,. I suggested she bend over the sofa as she would be more comfortable and I widened her legs a bit further so I had better access to both her holes and as I poked and prodded her little dark tunnel entrance she gasped as my fingers ran up the inside of her thighs and gently teased her damp pussy lips and I could feel the soft pubic hair surrounding them.I felt Mia pushing back as I got to work on her back door and again she gasped as my tongue pushed inside, “OMG sir, oh yes sir.. Mmm.. YESSSS!”. .See, this email was the penultimate step in a very, very long process, aprocess that began over two years ago, and one that involved copiousmeasures of waiting, frustration, anxiety, dejection, hope, more waiting,excitement, patience, impatience, still more waiting, and indeed a wholegalaxy of other emotions, some of which I'm not even sure I have a namefor.This email was the final confirmation of my sex reassignment surgery, or,as we in trans community prefer to call it, "gender affirmation. Beth had moved to the big chair to sit down as she continued to eye me thoughtfully.I took a moment to check out Agent Lane. She was a pretty, twenty-something brunette with a lush body and fascinating eyes. Sometimes they seemed plain, making her whole face appear bland, and other times, like now, they were dancing. When they danced, her whole persona changed to exude confidence and intelligence. It was an attractive combination and I found myself becoming attracted to what I saw."Agent Lane?".