I jerk off thinking about licking that asshole. As time has passed we've flirted a little bit more and made sexual comments to each other. One night a...ter drinking and hanging out she was putting a fold chair into its sleeve and I asked her if she needed help, she no its just a little tight, that's how you like it right? I said well I kind of like it wet and sloppy, and she smiled. We k** around about having sex with our partners being on top and just a little sexual but playful flirting but. I decided to take her on a voyage of erotic communication while our bodies rocked back and forth in unison. ‘Does he like your body?’ ‘Yes.’ She wasn’t volunteering anything, so I just continued with my questions. I struggled for words. ‘Do you like to dress up for him?’ ‘Yes. And she likes it too.’ My cock grew even harder inside of her as I listened to this last admission. ‘Have I ever met either one of them?’ Asking this question was really scary–I wasn’t sure I was ready to learn. She smiled gently at me as if she understood. She leant down, kissed me softly and then fucked into me hard. A switch flipped in my head, and I came for her. By the gods, it was so powerful that I lost control of my body and shuddered so hard on her, she came for me. Her grunts of satisfaction as she pumped her seed into me were as primitive as any of the times that I had come in her in the past.This time I revelled in my partner coming in me. It was my Greta, and I had given myself to her with. I was shocked. I had no idea what to say.“I've been transitioning for a while.”“I can see that.”“What do you think?”“Chris, that's been there since we met. Why should it make a difference?”“I'm so glad you feel that way. I'm sure you have questions.”“Well, duh! How is sex for a guy with a pussy?”“I don't know. The last time I had sex, I was still a girl girl.”“Damn!”“I still get off by masturbating.”I found that intriguing. “I would like to see that.”“I don't know. Seems kind of weird..