He turned and pulled me too him, we kissed passionately as he fondled and massaged my ass. I slowly rubbed his chest, he felt massive. His tongue slid...into my mouth and we shared a wet sloppy kiss. My cock was instantly hard and I couldn't help but moan into his embrace. He swooped me right off my feet with our mouths still connected and gently placed me on the bed.I was shaking with anticipation as he peeled off his t-shirt revealing a hairy chest, god his muscles looked even better in real. He thought it felt like a mattress. Thisexplained the sheet covering his body, his arms, like his legs feltgarmentless. For the moment everything felt novel, the memory baseline towhich he would normally take stock of his body was very vague, so therewas no indication that anything was different. There was no pain, orweakness, this was enough comfort for now.After some time, he risked opening his eyes slowly. A brown palm frondceiling fan spun lazily above his gaze, partially obscured by. I then pulled back out , then in again and started fucking so hard for several minutes i could hear little moans coming from her it was such a turn on .while i was still in her i pulled her legs and feet down so they were level with my face then started licking her little toes through her black high heels . i then pulled both heels off then stuck her left foot in my mouth then continued to fucking the poor little girl . her little foot tasted soo gooood . then looking down and seeing my self. I am transgender, just like you".I sometimes think that emotions come in pairs - you know: Fear andcontempt, pity and disgust. So, I suppose it was sad sympathy and anger.Sympathy because ... hey, I've been there. Who could understand betterthan me? Anger because ... why didn't you tell me, bitch?A while later I said as much, after I had listened to all the pain. Isaid something like, "If you had told me earlier, we could have gonethrough this together". I kept it as gentle as possible,.