" I think she means a third finger But I have no idea what was in store for my asshole. She withdraws her two fingers and I feel her putting more lube...on my eager backdoor. I feel pressure at my sphincter, and she puts a hand on my shoulder and leans in close to whisper in my ear, "Don't worry lover I'll be gentle..." I wonder what she means, but when I feel BOTH her hands on my shoulders, I fully realize what she's about to do. She's about to fuck ME up the ass!"Whoa, what the fuck?!" I say. The girl who'd first met them, signed some comments to Sharon, but of course she had no idea what was being said, although she nodded her head as if she did.Then the pilgrims parted at the railway station concourse, kissing and hugging each other as they signed goodbye, and Sharon and Sweetness were left with just the girl they'd first met, in a vast concourse, surrounded by shaven heads and the occasional station announcement to places Sharon had never heard of before. She was just about able. I attended through my work, a shrink of sorts under the guise of angermanagement - I am always unhappy and grumpy / unreasonable, and quicklyopened up to her (the psychiatrist) about being transgendered. Sheencouraged me to seek out support groups which I did, as well as openingup to my wife, who to her credit, did and has not disowned me!I attended the monthly support group for a while before circumstanceforced me to stop. ( I really regret not continuing with these groups - itwas ultimately. I was about 26 years of age and she was 22. Both of us are good looking and physical fit. Myself about 6’tall athletic and she was 5’7″ slim in excellent shape. I was a regular visitor of the Ashram and in times of stress I got there for relief. It is an excellent place to meet friendly people and have peace of mind. When I go there I used to share accommodation with other people. I used to know a Sanyasin (People who visit this Ashram are called Sanyasins, including me) called Aryan. He is.