She started rubbing oil on my arms, and then moved to my chest. Then she moved down to my belly and went past my shorts, touching my hard dick acciden...ally…“Well, well, well… what we do have here…? She asked smiling…My slut Auntie touched it again gently and my hips moved up and into her touch, as my eyes rolled back in my head. Then she started rubbing the oil on my thighs. Her fingers moved up, into the legs of my shorts. My cock was very hard and it was pulsating. I thought I was going to. You have a car though, right? How about you take me to my hotel? Save me trying to find a cab.” Of course, I readily agreed. “That’s settled then.” Megan flashed a smile at me and reached for her purse. “Come on young man.” She reached across the table and took my hand. We got up together and walked out of Callan’s arm in arm. Megan’s hotel was several minutes away, almost on the other side of town and as we drove she asked many questions about the city. Often my answers were greeted with. Her name was Sandra, about 5ft 4 tall slim body and nice pert tits. We seemed to get on well, so we became roommates. It seemed to work out well, then I walked into bathroom one day and accidentally intruded when she was in shower, her body looks awesome, nice tits and omg cock and balls. I was shocked, she been living with me a month and hadn’t realised she was transgender. I just stirred and apologies to her, awkward. After quiet chat we agreed it make no difference and tried to get on with. As the color of my iris in my eye now grew to a blue/gray (like a white eskimo wolf) I used my seductive powers to gradually unravel her legs. She tilted her head at me focusing on fighting the urge. Her smirk told me she wasn't going to make this easy. I stroke my spanish guitar faster, picking up the tempo. She moaned and squinted her eyes in passion, turning her head left & right trying to block out my distraction. Her knees shaked and knocked against each other as she drove the balls of her.