The chances of finding one like the ones in the video taped he had just been watching was pretty slim. But, he knew if he never went looking, he would...never find one. He knew they preferred to be called transsexuals and not she-males as they regarded she-male as a rather derogatory term, the term ‘tranny’ seemed to be okay with them. Getting into the sack with one was a fantasy of his. It wasn’t that he didn’t like women, he just liked men a lot better. Well, there were parts of women that were. Keep us in the loop. And take great care, my friends, both of you."It was easy enough to get the address of her parents. On Tuesday I set out early and reached their modest old house in the small town with lots of mediaeval buildings, cloister, churches and such, in the late morning. They were about my age and not at all keen to listen to me, a stranger. When I mentioned that I was a friend of Karla's and wanted to talk about her, they closed up even more."There is nothing to tell about Karla.. When she came out of the bathroom I supervised her putting on her ownmakeup and then added the false eyelashes and fingernails. Having stuckon her false lashes I carefully applied the mascara as we were waiting forher false nails to dry.By the time Tracey had put on her wig only her toes and what she hadbetween her legs looked masculine. So I had her tape up her penis betweenher legs and put on her panties and fishnet pantyhose.I said, "Let's play mistress and servant."I brought out a French. I'm not very specific with my aim, and the wax drips all over her torso from shoulders to hips. Shifting the red one to my left hand, I light a second candle. It's just as thick, but blue. Huh, the blue wax really makes a nice contrast to the red that is already hardening on Anna's skin-turned-impromptu-canvas.I rotate the candles so that the wax melts nice and steady, and now there are two thin streams of hotness continuously running down onto my prone sister. I draw some colourful lines,.