People see me walking close, very close to Clara. None of them know me, or know how much of a Good Man I am, even though most would label my actions a... that of a Bad Man. I looked too close, and forgot to see myself. Was what I was doing bad? I gathered information and used it, it’s not like I’m doing this to someone against her will. If anything, she was the Bad Woman. I was now reading Vonnegut, sporting a beard, and liking her Facebook posts because it was needed. I had taken it to the. She tasted sweet and smelled like soap from her earlier shower. This was all new to me, and I could only tell by the sounds that she made when I was doing it right. When I thought the time was right, I lifted up and laid on top of her holding her legs apart.She reached down and grabbed by cock and slid it into position at the entrance of her pussy.It was warm and very wet and slipped in with little effort. I pushed into her slowly while watching her face. She asked to me let her legs down so. This used to be the area where I went to college a few years ago so I know it well. It's changed lately though. More and more of these old houses are being bought by YUPPIES and restored. Some of them are beautiful, and even better than they were before. Others, I could do without.There's one house in particular that I make the long trip out here to see. I once spent a lot of time there. So far it hasn't been redone and I'm kind of hoping it won't be. Seeing that house redone by some upwardly. By 2016, I had already been with a trans girl in a FWB kind of thing for a few months so I was by no means a first-timer in the trans dating game.Tomasa (her female name) was 9 years older than me and very outgoing with a strong personality. She was what most would consider a BBW or ‘big girl’ at 5-5” and nearly 180lbs. I must say though that she carried that weight really well (as most Latin trans do) with thicker solid legs and arms, fairly broad shoulders and a huge firm ass. When she spoke,.