Jim is a little guy 5'3 like 110lbs. One night I'm going in my building and I see this good looking girl with long black hair going into his apartment... lucky bastard I thought. Here I get closer and its Jim! Holy shit he looks good as a chick. Next day I'm at pool and he is fixing something there and he comes over as we talk for a little, I ask dude what's with u in drag? He says he enjoy meeting new people and fucking women and men, no big deal I don't care get off anyway you can I tell him.. ’ he would whisper to himself as he sat alone in the house-every light burning until he drank himself to sleep. Waking up with her touching him so it seemed. The sound of her walking, humming just out of sight as he woke, made him frantically search for her in the empty house. He had to get her back. He had to make good this time. So he began to visit the family crypt where she was interred. A thing he never thought she would have, the huge grey stone house with her family name on it. He was to. She was telling me to stop but instead I moved my hands to grab her huge tits, when I did so I felt her jumping first, then pushing her ass back on my groinI could resist no more, so I took my dick out and grabbing her arm I put her hand on my dick, first she was reluctant, then she started to touch it until she took it in her hand and started to stroke me. I turned her around and lifting her shirt I started to kiss her tits...I was so excited, and so was she as she was pushing my head on her. Moreover, their faces didn’t exactly express a civilized warmth.“Right, lads. What will you have?” The serving woman asked, matter-of-factly.“A pint,” Alfred answered.I raised my pointer finger to her, and she winked back.“Two pints,” Alfred amended, understanding my order. “Jack, how about a sandwich too?”“We have pigeon or fowl,” she answered.“The game bird,” Alfred responded.“Right.” She spun and gave a bit of a sway to her hips, retreating through a door beside the bar.Ever since we’d.