Her eyes took in his tall, slim physique and hoped the bulge in his shorts foretold of a pleasurable fucking ahead. It was difficult to talk over the ...oud music, and her hand would caress his neck when he’d lean to chat with her. As the song drew to an end their eyes locked more and more on the other, words weren’t needed for what they both desired.A slow song began, and the new lovers embraced. Tina moulded her body to his, feeling his knee press to her pussy as he moved them in a slow circle.. His hair is shaggy and blonde, sometimes hanging messily over his blue eyes. A scar splits his right eyebrow in half. Tattered jeans and block colored t-shirts appear to be the only clothing he owns. He moved in a month ago and through gossip I’ve learned he’s an amiable guy, working as a teacher. Mainly he keeps to himself. Something about him disturbs me– the way he walks, how his calculating blue eyes take in everything around him in one rapid swoop, the weird hours he keeps- but my. Because of all the drugs, I don’t remember how to properly and formally address a Japanese man, so I do the generic greeting that tends to appease most orientals. He offers his hand, and I shake it in both of mine as I bow my head saying, “Kon’nichiwa Sato-san. (Hello Mr. Sato)”He bows his head and says, “Kon’nichiwa, This my interpreter. Takashi-Kun and my colleague Ito-san.”It always disappoints me when a Japanese man refers to a woman as kun. It is a title for somebody beneath you. In my. We asked what she meant, she kinda came out that you were pretty much living as a girl now, and showed us a picture on her phone of you in panties. We all agreed it was pretty hot.” This was a lot to take it in at once. I didn’t know that Christina had been with guys with big cocks, although admittedly I had fantasised about it. I knew told them beforehand that I liked to dress in feminine clothing but I had no idea that she’d shown them a picture of me in panties. I was embarrassed, but also.