We had been together for about 2 years and had been living together for a year and a half of that. We had developed a very comfortable existence. We g...t along great, had many of the same tastes, had a compatible sense of humor, and truly loved and trusted each other. We even had the same kind of look. She is a slender latina black-haired beauty, with dark skin, about 5'4", usually around 110lbs, a nice shape with 32C breasts. I also have black hair, am of Italian extraction, 5'8", usually. A knock on the door made my heart race and pulse quicken. I knew it was Kasey. I knew it was my sweet little, fuckable Kasey. I opened the door and saw her standing there, leaning to one side with her hand on her hip. “So fucking sexy!” I thought to myself. Wearing a skin tight dress and heels, she looked amazing. I mean, I knew she was a boy but she had to be the hottest “Trap” or “CD” or “Femboy” or whatever you want to call her, on the planet! I just wanted to call her mine! She walked in. She breathed deeply between kisses. ‘So good,’ she moaned. I rubbed her clit in firm circles, toying with it for only a moment before she spread her legs so that I could slide my fingers along her slit. She was beginning to move her hips slowly, working against my hand. ‘Now let your left hand just dangle to the side, just think of the one hand. Feel the heat, see the heat rising up from your loins, running through your belly and up into your arm, and then along to your fingertips. Don’t force. Mark looked up at the two faces carved in the pink stone above the main entrance. “They’re a pair of ugly buggers Em, they’re enough to give you nightmares”.They walked across the beautiful marble lobby and were quickly checked in by a beautiful honey skinned French girl who looked to be in her early 20s and introduced herself in perfect English as Anais. Their suitcases had already been taken by a bellboy so she escorted them to their suite on the third floor. Mark stretched up to his full.