"Hey, watch the waters Chelsea," Erica, a deep auburn brunette said.Chelsea was preoccupied."Hi miss, sorry, but you looked fantastic, and I haven't f...cked yet today." It's oka-uh! Uh, uh, oh, shit. Fuck! Oh, ga-wd!"The lack of panties made it easy for his cock to find her entrance, and as he'd spit on his hand then rubbed his cockhead, the first two inches of his seven slid in on the first thrust, cutting off her response, but he'd proceeded to use what depth he had to fuck those two inches in. I began to wonder about my own sexuality. Perhaps out of curiosity or fear or desperation, I began to explore the Internet, and I discovered an entire subculture of transgenderism that I'd never known about. I discovered a treasure trove of information about transsexuals and sex change operations. I found numerous sites of transgender fiction and I pored over the stories. I felt a curious satisfaction - the stories _felt_ good to read. It was as if something in me was being satisfied by. I remember watching one of the scene's on the TV and him asking me if it made me horny. "Yes" I said. Curious I asked him if he was touching himself and he replied..."Yes." Immediately, the thought of what we were doing and being naughty made my dick even harder.He unzipped half of his sleeping bag and folded it outward preceding to masturbate so that I could see him stroking his cock. Then he asked if we could show each other our cocks. I hesitated at first but then unzipped my sleeping bag. If only she knew the true cause of it. As she left to shower and get ready for work, I shuffled to the kitchen in my briefs and started us a pot of coffee. I shared a light breakfast and cup of coffee with my wife as we usually did each morning. Then after a hug and kiss she was out the door for the day. I threw on some shorts to go for my morning run. I assumed Anna was still asleep since she hadn’t come out of her room yet, so I left her a note on the fridge telling her I’d be back in an hour.