If Dorine didn’t’ know how to answer a phone, it wasn’t my fault. I was surprised how expertly she kissed me back. She must have taken lessons f...om her aunt. I felt her breasts pressed against me, and at last I let myself cup them, squeeze them and finally, let my tongue wander all over each luscious inch. One of her hands wound in my hair, pressing me into her chest. The other disappeared between us as she grasped my raging erection. My cock felt ten feet long and five feed thick it was so. ESTELLEBy Kathy Morris(Mm, TV, Smoking Fetish)(AUTHOR'S NOTE: I actually wrote this story about 5 years ago, but dueto house moves, changing PC's and my general stupidity, I lost thebloody disk with the original story, saved "safely" on it! So, here ismy "first" transgender fetish story - as closely reconstructed as I canmake it.)Estelle sat before her dressing table, putting the finishing touches toher makeup. She had prepared herself as well as she was able, as herlover tonight was her. ." I pointed at the open door."Don't worry. Sound doesn't travel well out of this room and an open door means there isn't an ear within sight."I had to bow to Mark's greater knowledge."Let's take this upstairs," declared Kyra suddenly and she led the way out the door assuming all the while that we would follow.I grabbed my bag and walked with Mark, the game left unfinished on the table.Up a much more stately staircase than I ascended most nights, Kyra stopped outside a door and ushered me in.It. OK, she was one sexy woman! I asked her to dance and she accepted. We found we had a lot in common, both of us with spouses that were more trouble than they were worth. Shawn wasn’t divorced but her husband had run off with another woman and she was simply waiting for the legal time limit before divorcing him. She said she had a few months to go. At first, I just told her I was separated and had no intentions of going back, but after a while I told her about Heather and why I left and I told.