And now here he was in the kitchen with me… Denny apologized for barging in without knocking and after a few minutes of talking I think we both go... a little more comfortable with each other as we sat down at the kitchen table. Denny had a million questions like when did I start dressing like a girl, how often I dress and of course if I was bi or gay…and I looked him square in the eye and told him that when I was dressed like this that I wanted to be with a man so bad… Denny didn’t say a word.. She forced me, I was not able to control any more, come and fuck me. Come on fuck me.By hearing those words, my cock already got bulged and made a small tent inside my dhothi. She initiated the situation and took my cock inside her. I just pushed my cock in to her pussy forcefully with a hard stroke. She suddenly screamed with a pain as she never had such huge and hard stroke.Then she complied me to execute the action. I was slowly pulling and pushing my cock into her pussy. Slowly it’s been. I instinctivelyadopted the female "submissive" role and came to thoroughly enjoy thesensual role of woman and man pleaser.After my first guy I had a few assorted flings and one night stands withsome guys. Some were incredibly exciting and some were quite theopposite. Still I longed to learn more and experience more about myselfand the world of transgender. I occasionally "dated" men and enjoyed theflattery of being on a man's arm. I had a close friend from the club, andone day she texted me a. Sarah grinned. She wore a tee and a long drawstring skirt and sandals. Her skirt swished around her legs bewitchingly and with her red hairgleaming an almost bright orange in the sunlight, she got lots of looksshe never noticed. I found myself longing to borrow that skirtsometime, but on me it would have just gotten tangled underneath my feetfor being way too long."I'm so happy," Sarah said. She was still grinning, her lips glossedand her teeth so white and glistening she could have been a.