“Night, Bridget,” my roommate replied and gave her landlady’s boob a squeeze through the blouse she wore. “Goodnight, my little slut.” I tri...d to keep my lips closed, but when her fingers pinched one of my nipples, it was enough to break my resistance, and my landlady’s tongue entered my mouth, wet and hungry, and took complete possession of it. It felt so wrong and right at the same time, and when she pulled away, a dribble of spit stretching between our lips, a disappointed moan slipped from. Adam is still there, alone in the house with him. His life is taken up with my father's religious views and rules that he must abide by, with no way out at present. Father wanted us both to follow him into that army where he was a Sargent until recently. Now he works for the Prison Service which seems to be the dumping ground of a lot of ex-servicemen because of their background in discipline.I couldn't face the army myself. I wanted to get away from living it at home day in day out, being. Now comfortably at home, I was a hairless, smooth-skinned boy enjoying simply being dressed in a sexy red silk negligee and string panties. I sat a bit anxiously in front of the TV waiting for his call. When the phone rang right when he said he would call it pleased me greatly. Very few guys in a transgender bar are what I would call dependable. I had sensed that Roger might just be an exception.I immediately felt comfortable while talking with Roger. We talked, joked and even flirted with each. I've heard she'd fucked 4 guys on the same house party. But what I like about her so much is how much energy she's got. She does what she wants and isn't shy to tell you about it.As soon as I saw her on the street I immediately remembered all the feelings I had for her. I wanted to kiss her on the mouth there and then. Of course I didn't.She asked me how I was and such stuff. Asked me whether I had a girlfriend. I replied with a no. At which point, quite unexpectedly, she invited me to her.