As she walked away I told him to trade places with me. He said HELL NO! Im gonna get mine! I said man you cant Ive wanted this for years. He said here...she comes & Im gonna get this piece of ass. Sorry your missing out but we agreed I was gonna fuck her & leave & thats what Im gonna do so sick back & enjoy & he smiled. She walked back in & assumed the position again. He got behind her and lined up his HUGE SHAFT again to her little hole. She screamed out as he slid the head in & she pleaded. Going further in there was a sign for theater so going through a door I found myself in the room with cubicles and little video players , I was pretty nervous but went and sat in one and started watching the films, again the content was so sexy and new , to me , straight gay , lesbian but most of all it was the shemales, I was transfixed.I watched for a while and then just had tot my cock out , I was wanking slowly , wanting to delay as long as possible , and inevitably I ran out of coins.I. And yes, she was trouble. But you don’t consider those things when you are feeling old and hung out to dry. One more dance. Just one more dance. Was that too much to ask?I was trying to remember her name. Janet? Janice? Jessica? Her bedroom window was on the second floor. I had been in the house once before. Two bedrooms upstairs, one down. I was sure daddy stayed with mom downstairs —at least until she had had enough of him and moved out. My own place was a story and a half. That is, a. But I finally got to her exit in S. San Francisco, got off, and found her house pretty easily. We reminisced for a while, and ordered some pizza for dinner, and at 8PM we took 2 cars and headed into downtown. We were heading for a club called Diva's on Post Street, right off Polk, and luckily we both found street parking just a few blocks away.Diva's is a primarily TG club on the first floor, with a lot of oriental hooker types, and quite a few admirers. My friend (who is a gorgeous statuesque.