I started to recall an evening some years ago in a London tranny club called the Philbeach Hotel in Earl's Court, where Monday was the evening when gu...ls could dress and be themselves, discreetly and safely, otherwise it was a gay venue.At the end of the night, there was a party in one room, which I went to along with Michelle, a girl that I had real affection for and had seen regularly over an extended period. She bumped into another TV called Marion, who was a little shorter than Michelle but. "OK - Tom can do it. It's been bugging me for weeks and it's been difficult for George and me to... to be together since I hurt it."'It' was an inner thigh injury acquired during a ferocious tennis match between Kim and Tracey. Tracey was unable to spread her legs laterally which pretty much eliminated her favorite positions for sex; namely, missionary, woman on top, and she was tired of just doing it doggy style. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy sex that way, but her body had become trained to. Inside, she lets go of me and lies down on my bed, waiting. I stand there and fumble with the buttons on my shirt throwing it down behind me. Then I unzip my pants and practically jump out of them.I kneel down at her feet, and place my hands at her ankles and slide them up her body. I lean forwards, straddling her, and kiss her again. We make out for several minutes, my hands moving between her neck, her breasts, and her stomach. Her hands touch my chest muscles and reach around to my back.I. She told us to watch the store while she flew over to the Italian deli for some cold cuts and cheese. By the way Franco said to say hello and that the pastrami was to die for." Cam grinned, "Anyway, Yvette made little sandwiches with her pastries and we chatted like old friends. She is a force to behold."Allison said, "We would still be there if a herd of customers hadn't come in. She felt obligated to flirt with them all. Not actually obligated, more like wanted to flirt. And she knew what.