I was excited just looking at you since you changed and told you I was not going to last long, and that any moment I would fill your mouth with my hot...white cum. You smiled and said, "Great, I need my meds, and you will last longer when I ride this big, fat cock, when we get home," then you went back to sucking my cock. I took a quick glance around, and no one was anywhere near us, so I grabbed your head by the hair and took over the thrusting in to your mouth. You know that when I do this I. I missed the friendship, a sense of affection in such liaisons though and I craved to be treated by a loving gentleman as the girl I knew I was.I had been dressing off and on since I was little, initially encouraged to do so by a sister as part of make believe games, then becoming solitary and masturbatory in my teens until I finally took the plunge to adopt a female persona when I was at college. That girl was looking at me now in the full-length mirror, her name was Bryony.At college lack of. The spark was intense. He rubbed his hand slowly. I made my legs little wider to feel the pleasure. He rubbed my pussy for a good 5-10 minutes. I felt like I wanted to go and take a piss. I told my husband that I was going to the toilet and then went out.The toilet was at the back of the theatre. The gents and ladies toilet was next to each other. I went and took a piss. I noticed some used condoms in the toilet. When I got back to the entrance of the toilet, I saw the guy waiting outside!He. A cursory check of his photo, visa stamp and Residence Certificate and he was good to go. Thankfully he travelled light and there was no luggage to collect. In just one-hundred-and-twenty minutes though he'd have to be back at Departures and boarding the local flight home.Technology had facilitated them yet again, as he'd booked a room at the InterContinental right there at the terminal building, online.'I'm here, what room number are you in?' A simple sentence to text, but it took him four.