" Okay, she's bi, but don't expect anything more than a goodnight kiss." When is the party?" Next Friday night. Does that mean I can count on you to g... to the party?"I'd known Claire for years, and thought I knew her fairly well. There was something in her voice that sounded desperate. Was there more at stake than she was admitting?"I'll check my calendar," I said, and heard a sigh of frustration.Over the next few days, Claire called often; wanting to know if I was going to be available to. I was raised in a very catholic family and so I never wanted to try anything with another guy. But when I got my first computer, I looked up and was fascinated with shemales and crossdressers. While dating my wife, we used to go to gay bars, in St. Louis, because the music was good and the drinks were good. I never looked at any of the men there, but then one club we went to had a drag queen, and her body was fucking gorgeous. I had no idea that guys could make themselves look so sexy and hot. "I ain't been with a real, honest-to-goodness whore since I was about fourteen or fifteen, back in Frederick Town. A fat old lady did men for two shillings and school boys for one, in the afternoon. Took about two minutes and scared me off women for another year at least."She laughed, making her breasts bounce, and I peeled off my shirt and turned to put it on the chair. I heard her gasp. When I looked, her eyes were huge and wet, her fingers at her pink, trembling mouth."My God," she said,. I’m excited and nervous and happy and terrified, but I know one thing: my wait is almost over. I make the coffee, add what I need to and mix a little more sugar to cover the taste. My sister doesn’t notice. I sit next to her and she drinks her coffee, and we watch Grey’s Anatomy re-runs for fifteen minutes before she says she isn’t feeling too good. She rests her head in my lap, just inches from my rapidly hardening dick. I’m already thinking of her big lips around the base of my cock, and how.