Then, he told me a strange story which had me totally gobsmacked: In one of the far-east ports he regularly visited, he had gone to a pub one evening ...here he met the most beautiful girl. Later, she agreed to accompany him back to his hotel room. They then kissed and made out for a while, before disrobing. As she sensually lay back on the bed he began removing her panties, to find that the girl was actually a boy.Stunned I asked, “What the hell did you do about it?”“Well… he was so pretty and I. "Hardly, I live across the street. Come on, just a quick run to the terminal to drop the trailer. I'll have you back in an hour." Ok," Terri said grabbing the doorhandle. "Can I drive?" It's not as easy as it looks," the trucker resisted patting her ass."Maybe I'll let you take it for a spin around the terminal." So, what's your name? I'm Terri, with an I." Terri was looking around the spacious cab."Bill and it's nice to meet you Terri with an I," reaching out a hand to shake.Terri shook his. We had an awesome smooch. Sucked each other’s lips madly and tongued each other. Both of us were out of our senses. With the flow she started removing my shorts and I started undressing her saree. I kissed her boobs over the blouse and felt her hard nipples.She removed my t-shirt and kissed my chest. I sucked her nipples over her bra. She tongued my earlobe. I removed her black bra with her assistance and for few seconds couldn’t stop staring at those lovely tits. Held her tight boobs, pressed. John flung the offending garment across the room and kissed her neck and collar bone. He loved the way her skin tasted, slightly salty from the sweat and a taste that was indefinably hers. He kissed and licked his way to her plain black cotton covered breasts. John smiled at her choice of undergarments. From his previous excursion under her skirt, he knew that Lizzie wore a pair of boy-cut shorts and paired with the plain bra, John found this set sexier than any set of frilly, lacy underwear..