Cause i dont want my GF would know that. I can imagine if she is know. but how hard i keep this, the more deep pressure i get.him: So.. we are...the same person who really want to release about our fantasy but no way out to solved it. a poor man..me: Yes we are. stuck on the dream. too bad huh..And I think, why i dont ask him ?? maybe he would try anal sex even from a straight guy like me... In fact they are many straight guy have a sex with gay, crossdresser and trans. So lets try to. I told him that was fine, I could use some company. As we rode along we chatted about this and that, he told me he missed me and his cock missed me. I giggled. As we pulled up to a red light he asked if I wanted to see it, I did. Do you want to kiss it, I Do. So the light turned green and we took off, after we passed a couple cars, he grabbed me by the back of my head and guided me to his hard cock. At first I was teasing the head making little kissing and sucking noises that was driving him. She looked at him fearfully, and backed against the counter. He was so tall, and he looked strong as an ox. She watched, warily as he sat down in the chair Janet had been sitting in.“How about that coffee now?” he asked.“Coffee?” she said softly.“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “It’s that stuff you spilled on the counter a little while ago.”“You want coffee?” she asked, confused. Wasn’t he supposed to sweep her off her feet and bury her in hot kisses or something like that?“Well, I assume you don’t. I looked at her and said "sure, no problem". Patsy was surprised that I was an American. I explained that I had moved over a short time before and was now working there. I looked up at the bar at her friend Karen; who was, an attractive 46 year old (7 years older than me), long haired blond, of 5 feet six inches, in a nice blue dress, with red lipstick, long red nails, with a nice chest. I got a good look at her while she was standing up at the bar getting their drinks and walked over and sat.