"Sophia took a deep breath. "First of all, don't drop it on him on the bus. Do what I did-give him your phone number and ask him to call. Tell him you...need a friend to talk to. He'll call, I can almost guarantee it. Secondly, you need to lay this on someone. He's almost begging you to. Third, if you don't think you can get the words out, practice." What do you mean?" Tell Jessie, here. I can tell by her eyes darting back and forth that she's trying to figure out what's going on. Jessie knows I. . I opted to search nearby areas. I found an ad for a 64 year old "top male" 6'3" 195lbs seeking a trans gurl! Right up my alley! Not so fast.. Upon reading he disclosed the fact he is HIV positive 25 years, full AIDS on meds.. Non detectable load. Almost blind. With a thick 9-1/2" cock. LOVES to fuck. Seeking POZ or "POZ friendly" TS/TV/CD. I was interested and not interested in the same minute. After a week, I couldn't get that post out of my head.. So, I sent him a general email,. Chapter 2Grace Wilson cursed her life one more time as she left the big box store to head home for the night. That asshole Frank from HR hadn't left her side all night, constantly watching her with his creepy eyes. He had taken a liking to her dark looks. She wasn't Goth but she did like to dress in black and she and her co-worker Heather had taken to wearing black lipstick and smoky black eye shadow. With her pale skin, long straight raven locks, and curvy, well fleshed body she attracted more. She ran into the kitchen and I followed her . Just in time to find her stretching on her tip toes for some wine . Her shorts riding up more up her thighs , to revile the very told of her thighs . And also up her tight ass as well. “Look what I have found !” She exclaimed and turned around to be holding a bottle of red wine very close to her chest . we sat down and started drinking . She then laughed and stretched backwards her shirt rode up her flat stomach . She then glanced down and scratched.