This is the story of my very first train.A year after my wife found out I was a male-to-female transgender and I became her cuckold we both had a few ...ew lovers. One of the guys I was fucking pretty regular call me up one evening and want me to meet him at the adult book. He would rent a privet video room and we could have some fun. I was to be there at midnight; and dress in something sexy and provocative. By the way he added, “Plenty of heavy makeup.”We usually fucked at my home but I. He had gotten out of the car and had walked around to her side opening the door, and as she laid there, could only watch as he unbuttoned her blouse, slowly pulling it off of her helpless arms followed by her bra, this now revealed the most beautiful pair of young breasts. As she laid there he at first started pulling and twisting on her nipples quite harshly this was followed by biting and sucking on her breasts! Then burying his face between them while squeezing them up an around his cheeks. As soon as the 4WD had been taken off the trailer, Dave drove them straight to the Sarina Sugar Shed. He had read about this place where there is a miniature mill replicating all the operations of a big sugar mill, but designed for tourists, especially school groups. Although all the equipment was mini, each apparatus was a working model of the equipment in a full mill, giving them the opportunity to see all the workings of a large sugar mill.Dave had tried to get onto a tour of a sugar mill. When finally a member of the bar staff served her, I went back to the table and sat down. When they got back, having stopped before reaching the table to chat secretly about something, my wife carried on as if nothing had happened, but did change chairs to sit next to me and kept kissing me and showing a lot of attention, but I was being very cold towards her. She whispered in my ear that she was wearing silk stockings and lacy black knickers. I commented that the guy at the bar already knows.