A dribble of sauce was running down her chin. She wiped it as she swallowed the mouthful of food. I thought it wasn't a great menu choice. From what I...remembered of her backside, the last thing she needed was more rump."Larry," she said holding out a limp hand, "nice to see you again." She smiled. I could see a piece of steak wedged between her two front teeth."Ms Challis," I said. "Good to see you, too." I wasn't being entirely sincere but she was a potential customer after all."Daphne," she. We decided to go to Manchester and their regular Saturday night Tranny evenings and from previous visits, we had a few drinks in Napoleon's Lounge. It was a popular meeting place for "girls." Trannies who liked other girls, trannies who preferred women and girls who were seeking for the ultimate tranny accessory - a boyfriend who would take the traditional place of the husband. After all, if you were being transformed into a woman, the final additional extra would be a man. Napoleons was a. I poked again. It was soft and squishy and it made my knees weak to think about how bad I was being.I unbuttoned the blouse, this time much quicker than the blazer. I pulled it off of her and tossed it to the side. Heer skin was pale and her cleavage was made very apparent by her red push-up bra. I ran my fingers across her stomache and put my palm on top of one of her breasts. The touch of skin felt good.I wanted to see more, yet I had no idea how to take off the bra. I looked around for some. Silence greeted me, again. "And where are you?" That's what I want to know."I jumped. Kate stepped out from the hallway. Behind her I could see that the closet door hiding the portal to her rooms was open and visible. She was wearing that skintight black dress she had conjured the first time I had met her, when I had inadvertently walked in on her naked. My cock gave a little lurch at the memory.The brunette girl, still looking eighteen, came right up to me, seeming to tower over me even though.