She nodded, again biting her lip.I leaned in and wrapped my arm around her. I pressed my lips to hers."Let's get out of here," I said.As soon as we w...re out of the bar, I pressed her to the wall outside and kissed her. My hands slid over her thighs and under her short dress. She slid her hand over my dick."You're so hard," she moaned."I need you."She nodded up the street to a nice downtown hotel. We practically ran there. In less than ten minutes, we had a room and were on our way up. I. Itwas like a light bulb went off in her head, and she knew the descriptionshe read described her "perfectly." After talking to her parents, shebegan her transition. Being from a conservative town people like medon't belong, so I decided to move to a bigger city and started workingin clubs, I was able to make a healthy living, and that is when I metCharles.She told us stories about how Charles would help her out financially andhow they became friends, she said Charles was always a. Mike mentioned that it reminded him of this girl Kasia he looks up online sometimes. So, naturally, I said "Lets see!"So, we started looking up this sexy brunette and checking out a few videos. We then proceeded to show each other some of our personal favorites. While I was definitely getting turned on from it, I am not sure Mike was. Regardless, we kept looking up video after video. Still, we continued drinking some beers and at one point, Mike even grabbed more shots. Now about an hour. And Mrs. Cook. Mother and Mrs. Cook kissed each other'scheek, and Mother hugged Mr. Cook. Father then came outside. He was wearinga black dress shirt, slacks, and black cowboy boots like Mother. ?Thomas,? Mother called out. ?Yes Ma'am,? I answered, coming out of the kitchen. ?Look who's here, Mrs. Cook!? Mother said, ?And this is her husband.? I smiled and shook hands with both of them. Mrs. Cook was wearing a red sweater,black stretch pants, and pointed-toe pumps. Mr. Cook was a balding man of.