Then I hiked up my skirt, lifted my leg and put my foot on one side of the urinal.Then I pulled my cotton thong aside. Tom and the other guy stroked t...eir cocks as they watched me.The new fellow was very aroused after watching me. He could not wait any longer; he grabbed me, made me bend me over the sink counter and he yanked my thong down to my knees. I grabbed for my purse and pulled out a condom; the guy laughed.Then, with no ceremony, he shoved his hard dick into my sopping cunt. I gasped. He grinned down at me and I grinned back."You like it?" I asked him.Tim nodded. "Yeah. It feels good. I feel your bottom bones." His smile faded as he gazed down at me. "I like looking down at you like this," he said softly. He got that look a guy has when he's got butterflies in his stomach, or that feeling like the bottom's dropped out, sort of achy. He laid his body down onto mine, gathering me in his arms. He embraced me tightly and drove his dick firmly up my butt. "I love you, Jeffy," he. I fucked several of the queens I saw perform. And within a year, I began going after feminine men whether or not they were in drag.Finally, my wife let me know she had had enough of me staying out late and forgetting important dates. She never found many of the other women were in fact born male. I was single for two tears after that divorce. I went wild couldn’t get enough ass from trannies, sissies, femboys, drag queens, girly faggots. There were many and we had lots of fun. No one was. It was not comfortable, but I just refused to make eye contact. But I couldn’t avoid him! After the Mass my favorite monk, Brother Cuthbert, was outside the Church with the new monk and pulled me over to introduce him! I tried to be polite as possible but gave him dangers as I saw him roam his eyes over my body. But that was was the worst mistake I could have made. I made eye contact with him to do it. And it was at that moment that he said my name, in the most sensual way possible, the way.