She laughed again and told me it would wait until she got home.It was three days before Jenny got home and while I waited for her my imagination worke... overtime. My poor dick was so abused I was already thinking up excuses for why I wouldn't be able to take care of Jenny. Jenny called me from the airport and told me she would be home waiting for me when I got off work. I rushed home and found her in my favorite costume - garter belt, nylons, and high heels. I started to strip and she got up. ." Yeah. You're right." How did you get so lucky, Stud?" I have no fucking idea. You know the gift horse expression? Don't look a gift horse in the mouth?" When she shook her head I explained "I think it's pretty old, at least back when horse trading was a really important part of life. Someone gives you a horse, don't check the age. Just be thankful."She giggled. "No need to check those teeth. I imagine they're as lovely as the rest of them." You're certain he's not jealous?" Joe, you're a god. I sent off afew emails, and eagerly awaited a reponse. No responses. I went toTransgendered chat rooms. Most were just guys, like myself, hovering inthere, waiting for a Transgendered woman to pounce on and invite toprivate chat. On one site, I found a listing of Transgender friendlybars. There were two in my area listed, one suggested Saturday was thebest day, the other said "Transgender Wednesday only. Tomorrow wasSaturday, so my decision was made.Saturday afternoon I was all giddy with. "Do you have a number for your landlord?" No. He drop by every day. I thought you were him, he needs to cum collect rent." I could have sworn she winked at me.And then I heard a car on the road. It stopped as it rounded the corner, when the driver would have seen me. Then it reversed, and started backing up. But again it stopped. I reached into my truck for my shotgun, I was not thrilled where this seemed to be going. Then I saw why it returned. Evelyn was behind him in her cruiser, and low and.