When it calmed, Sinjab had questions like “How did this start and how long ago? How many men have had you? How recently?”She parried before she an...wered his questions, “Have you noticed any fault with our lovemaking, either in how often or how good?” He admitted that it seemed better the last few months. She smiled, “I have learned some things.”When she revealed that she had “entertained” two men earlier that day he took her again and she squealed in delight. “You are better than both of them. I've got everything that was on our table at dinner that night too, for suppers and stuff, 'cuz that night was so special. That was the night you gave us these," she held up her ring, "And I'll always treasure the memory of that evening."She paused as she noticed where Corey was looking, down through the transparent bar. "Why Corey! I do believe you're staring at my pussy!" I guess I was!" Corey chuckled. "It's beautiful. It's so... neat. That's what makes both of you so pretty there. for most. To get to the stream bed, we had to walk down a slightly steep bank. I went down first to give her a hand. As she gamely scrambled down across some rocks and through light brush, her hem rode up just enough to show her stocking tops. I could hardly wait to begin the shoot. For the next couple of hours, we had the place to ourselves. I had her sitting on rounded boulders in the stream bed. To get to the boulders, she had to remove her shoes and wade in her nylons. Something about wet nylons were. “You’re several cuts above any woman I know, or have known,” I added honestly.“Well, thanks for that, too, but ... well.” She moved back another step. “But I have to tell you something.” She turned away and, taking a deep breath, she said, “I was born male, Andy.” Her voice had been barely above a whisper.To say I was stunned would be putting it mildly. I’d seen trans people before, but usually it was easy to tell there was something ‘different’ about them, especially if they were male to.