As usual when I went to the unisex toilet for a pee a “female” came in who I expected to squat next to me and relieve her bladder, but instead she...went to a cubicle. She struck me as being very pretty so I took my time washing my hands and rinsing my face till she came out if the cubicle and stood next to me washing her delicate hands. I proceeded to chat her up and was only mildly surprised when “she” answered in a voice lower than mine. “Do you mean you,re actually a man dressed as a woman?”. He had that photo on his phone, and he occasionally looked at it with a feeling of both pride, as well as a kind of sadness, a wistfulness knowing that he'd likely never see his c***d again. Yet, in spite of that, he didn't actually regret having fathered yet another c***d; and certainly not with such a beautiful European woman as Mara! He knew it had been a highly unlikely coincidence, and that made the whole experience all the more exhilarating!Fucking Mara had been different than fucking his. Later that day we finished up the living room and picked up our tarps for the weekend. We promised to return on Monday, “well for fucks sake,” she said, “I will be lonely all weekend, you sure you don’t want to work a little overtime?” she asked.We both begged off and as we drove off Sam said, "best fuck I have had in years, she really needed a man, you should have jumped on her." I was shocked and looked over at him as he started the truck, "you are such a bull shitter," I said.He reached in. "Brandon grabbed the phone and unplugged it, "You're not calling anyone sweet thing." C'mon Sue, these are my buddies, why not give them what they want," Bob suggested.Sue was on the verge of tears, "get out of here, all of you." She couldn't believe Bob would even suggest such a thing to her.Tommy grabbed her from behind and put his hands on her breasts over her clothes. Her tight cheerleader sweater was blocking his access to her bare flesh.Sue started to cry, "Get your hands off me."Billy.