You get a lot of gay folks here?”“I wouldn’t say a lot. But definitely some.”“That’s wassup!”“Yeah,” she stood up to clear the table...“You wearin’ that dress,” Fat Tony remarked.“Excuse me.”“I’m sayin’ you look nice in that dress is all.”“Thank you, sir!”“No offense or nothin’. But is you a tranny?”“What?!?!?”“I’m not judgin’. I’m juss askin’. I been with da gurls before,” he admitted.“Well...Yeah I used to be a man, but live as a woman now,” she answered.“That’s what’s up. You like Black. One Sunday, Charlotte invited me for lunch at her place. "Don't expect me to spend hours in the kitchen, though," she said, "I'll buy some ready dishes from the delicatessen and add my personal touch." She also put some wine into her fridge to chill.We enjoyed the food and wine and each other tremendously. At one point, Charlotte, lying in the easy chair with her legs up in the air, decided to pour some wine into her slit and made me drink her 'pussy wine' as she called it. Of course, I didn't. I used to go to chat sites and talk to females. Once when I was chatting I happened to talk to this lady and we became friends, not on the first day but gradually. I was 23 years old at that time and I had finished my graduation and was working for an established FMCG company as a Sales Officer. I was good at talking so I got the job I think. After work because there was nothing to do and because I was not posted at Mumbai, I had nothing to do but to go to the café and chat. Monisha was 34. We exchanged a lot of saliva and I explored her entire mouth with my tongue. I went near her neck where I saw her mangalsutra. I asked her if she ever has had sex with anyone else apart from my father. She said no and said that she had always been faithful to him. I said from now on you be faithful to me. I now broke her buttons of the nightie exposing her breasts covered in a white bra. Those were the very same breasts from which I must have once drank the milk. I started pressing them slowly.