A tight white sweater, short skirt that showed off her long tanned shapely legs (my weakness.) I looked her over as she stood in line and she looked m... over where I sat with a mischievous smile on her full lips. Then I looked at the way she moved her hips as she sauntered to a table close at hand. Her? Our? Story in poetical prose of rhythmic stanzas that will curl a girl's toes. No rings she donned, “I’m a free woman” her song, As she crossed her long shapely legs, And looked at me impishly. "Have you heard anything about whether Lisa and her family will bethere? I would love to see Nancy and Melissa again. Plus, I am sureyou would love to see Steve." She winked at me after mentioning Steve."Last time I texted her it didn't sound like they would make it. I willtext her later though and see if that has changed."When we got into the salon it was obvious that Sarah had set this up.The four of us were led to our stations and had pedicures done. We allhad our toenails painted red. We all want forimprovements. Transexuality isn't something to be feared, and neither isheterosexuality; neither to be mocked, neither to betray, neither tovictimise and neither to persecute, and if you accept that, then I pushyou even more. No one is either, or, or exactly any one of these concepts.Life is perhaps about opinions more than it is about views. No being onearth has the same viewpoint of the planet as you do, no being on earthhas the same lookout, and no being on earth has exactly. I start to suck as I know thats what you want. Watching you while I suck hard. Taking your dick all the way down my throat. (Thankfully I don't have a gag reflex)My eyes tear up a bit as its going down my throat. Deeply I suck your thick manhood down. You don't want to cum yet so you stop me.You pull of my lacey panties and begin tickling my pussy with the tip of your nose then teasing me with the tip of your tongue. A little lick here and a little lick there. I begin to squirm under your hot.