And indeed Bettina did resemble someone at ease with her gender. Shewore a fitted leather jacket over a red silk blouse, a mid thigh-lengthblack skir... and calf high boots with a moderate heel. Her hair was longand obviously cared for as were her bright red painted nails. She worea modicum of makeup, tastefully done, and even earrings.Bettina smiled."This? This is showbiz," she said. "I'm a public figure now and thepublic always gets what they demand. This is just another costumereally." I. We'd pick on each other, pretty much flirt, but you couldn't call it that because we're related. Anyways, back to the story. Michael soon showed up with tools in hand, which I must say, was pretty damn hot. In no time, we were out back building the deck that was going around my above ground pool. It gets pretty damn hot in Florida so in about 5 minutes of working, we were both sweating our asses off. He took his shirt off, giving me a very nice view of those sexy abs and his v-line, which is a. ..”“A lesbian?”I nodded.“My roommate before I transferred here to work on geology was a lesbian. So, I have no problem with you being gay.”She smiled at me. I smiled back.“In fact, it kind of turns me on. You see, I always wondered what it would be like with my roommate.”She sank out of her chair and disappeared below the table. I felt her hands stroke my thighs and reach up into my baggie shorts. The loose material didn’t hinder her movements and her fingertips easily reached the lips of my. I felt my head slip between her splayed lips. She gasped and looked down at my cock as it entered her. I felt it enter her about an inch or two then it stopped as it hit her hymen, her last piece of protection of her womanhood Ok baby. I want you to rock up and down on it. Her legs started to strain and shake as she lifted herself up and started sliding up and down just a fraction of an inch. Her forehead started breaking out in beads of sweat. She bit her lower lip as she felt my head.