"Maybe forty years down the road, butright now we are two girls and sisters who love the other very deeply." Then for now we'll be young maids," Melis...a joined in on the merryment.Christmas was nice! After breakfast, they opened their gifts fromeveryone. The Goldmans were thrilled with their employees presents.Isador handed out checks of ten dollars for each person who served them.He had kept them in a safe in the master bedroom behind a portrait ofLincoln where he brought home his most. Becka was dressed for the climate, in a purple halter top, cut-off shorts, massive sun-glasses and a stylish wide-brimmed straw hat. A young blond girl dressed in a local style was already seated at Becka's table, whom Tamara didn't recognize. She assumed the girl was a local Greek maiden; she wore her hair scraped back into a pony-tail and was dressed in an uncomplicated white blouse, cream shorts and leather anklet boots. Rebecca acknowledged the party with her wine glass as they approached. It had been a couple of hours and our mutual desire had reached a fever pitch. It was on. And it was going all the way. Like a train gaining momentum, the excitement and anticipation of each other's bodies was carrying us toward the bed. Kissing, biting, squeezing, and stripping each other in the darkened room with only the lights of Minneapolis illuminating the room.She was amazing. She was blonde, petite; maybe about 5 feet tall, but she had amazing curves. I would call her a small BBW. This. ”“Maybe I will then,” I said.She laughed. The conversation ended there, but my thoughts about her rolled on. I was driven in part by curiosity to see if she really was a transsexual and what the sex with her was like. In part I was driven by a spirit of adventure. I had already fucked plenty of girls since flying to Korea, got fucked by a man—what was next for me besides her? I was so turned on by the thought of taking her that I lay close to the wall and silently jerked off into a wad of.