In the hallway, the nosey neighbor caught me and asked me to come towards her.She grabbed me by my dick and said, “I know what you were doing. Now c...me with me if you want me to keep quiet.” She took me to her apartment. She was a 40-year-old woman named Geeta. She said her children would be back in 15 minutes and wanted a quickie.I quickly started fucking her from behind. She was moaning with joy and came in 5 minutes. We exchanged numbers, and she said she would call me if she gets time for. ” the pres laughs, a deep joyous laugh that jumps from her stomach and bounces out past her lips.“B-but I’m a guy.” Kissy’s voice is barely past a whisper but the emotion speaks volumes. “I’ve never seen a guy who looks as sexy as you do Kissy, and don’t you ever say that, you are our Sister. That means you’re a lady first and foremost no matter what. You’ve nothing to worry about, so chin up. Besides, don’t you know that our VP at headquarters is a trans woman?”“She is?!” Kissy is incredulous.. I raised myself up slightly, sliding it down to my knees. Then sitting back down, raised first one leg, then the other out of it. He took the dress from my hands and, folding it clumsily, reached over and set it on a nearby table. I thought it was nice that even at a time like this he was making an effort to be respectful of my clothes.When he turned back to me I tried to strike as coquettish a pose as possible. I never claimed to be drop dead gorgeous, but sitting there in just pumps,. Leaning down I unzipped his fly and pulled back the material, freeing his already hardening penis from the tangle of his underwear. He lifted himself just a little so I could adjust his suit, making him more comfortable. My hand began to stroke him, feeling the weight of him jerk and respond to my touch. Both hands entwined around his cock, I moved as if to kneel, he was so low on the bed I felt awkward“Stay standing, and lift your dress up. Show all of London the souvenir I just bought”.His.