.............I met Michelle while I was at a local restaurant I frequented often.I kept watching as she took orders, served meals and cleaned offtable.... There was something about her that just seemed to thrill meand something that seemed intriguing. Could it have been her smallupturned nose, her cute dimples, her beautiful smile, her very sexybody (even in a waitress uniform), her creamy soft skin, her longslender legs, her delicate hands and perfectly manicured fingernails,her sleek neck, her. ..." I see." I sit next to George who is sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest."Did you see me through the bush George?" He turns to look briefly at me and shakes his head and quickly looks away again. "Would you like to see me?" He turns to look puzzled at me, then he realises what I mean and looks down at my crutch and then looks away guiltily. I look at Rachel. "Is he gay?" She asks. "I would have thought so." I laugh."Are you gay?" She asks again. I shake my head. "No. But I am. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I probably could fall in love with a transsexual man. I’d miss sucking his cock, of course, and licking his balls, which I really like to do with David, especially if he sits on my face and his whole ball sac is above me and I can move my tongue toward his asshole and make him cum all over my chest. Yes, I’d miss that, and I’d miss especially that the transman couldn’t cum on me, but still I could feel sexy with the right guy. We’d probably. They were larger than those of a human, but it wasn’t a hindrance, so full and smooth as she locked him in a gentle embrace. The kiss was downright modest, Kofe lingering for a moment before she drew back with a smack to peer down at him with her reflective, feline eyes. She waited, her pink nose twitching. Miller found himself wanting more, and he realized that she was waiting for him to come to her. This wasn’t just a kiss, it was some kind of mind game. Kofe was baiting him, wearing down his.