Into the other room again I sit at my table getting out my mirror andcosmetics I start doing what is the most fun part of being a T, forgetthat it's t...e second most fun.I can do this pretty fast because I practice all the time its really theonly hobby I have. My eyebrows are plucked within an inch of being toofeminine for my drab mode in fact they probably are too girly but no onehas said anything.Pan stick, foundation, eye and lip liner, four shades of shadow fromlilac to purple almost out to. ..uhhh, so we can talk”Talk, yeah , we stepped into my room lit only by a bed lamp, and from the second the door closed, I had her backed against it, our lips touched and we immediately began frenching, our tongues entwined, our hands were all over each other, we were pawing each other like sex starved teenagers,I began breathing in her ear, kissing down her neck, her breathing began getting heavy, as she offered no complaint as I brought my hands up from her hips ,removing her shirt, she only. The most dangerous thing in my arsenal was not a thing at all. It was a her. She was what had been a skinny blond with a big ass just a few months ago, but who was now a kick ass MMA fighter.Janet looked at the bartender smiled and asked, “Are all your customer such Red Neck dumb asses?”“I’m staying out of this,” the bartender answered moving away from us.“You know old man, you should teach your daughter some manners. Hell, maybe I’ll teach her some,” he said standing.“Dumb ass move,” was my. Light tan, big smile, fun and did I say cute.Sandy was a friend and a fuck buddy. She loved to fuck and she liked exploring her sexual fantasies. We tried anal, golden showers, piss play, public nudity, exhibitionism, nude beach fun, lots of oral sex, masturbation, insertions, mutual masturbation, rape fantasies, a little pain, even bondage, hot sexy fun.She wanted to try the sluttiest, naughtiest things; she wanted to do them with me because she did not want her husband to know how about her.