I reached out and unsnapped her shorts and let them fall. Her hand was down her underwear and I reached up to press her hand against her clit harder. ...he began to move it again, while not breaking eye contact with me. I padded my hand on the bed beside me and told her to sit as she stepped out of her shorts. She sat down and put her legs up, alongside mine. When her legs touched mine it felt electric. I have spent plenty of time exploring other girls’ bodies, even my best friend Robin and I. .. you remember Amber ... stepped between us and presented him with a new asshole ... in perfect and idiomatic Parisian French. Receding eyebrows all around.The official blushed bright red ... then white ... what ever she called him must have been very bad. He summoned a gendarme ... the exchange official exploded, arms and hands expostulating as furiously his tongue. He completed his complaint and folded his arms ... a very picture of a man victorious.The gendarme turned to Amber ... who. Her eyes, her smile, her facial structure, not to mention her body, all as perfect as he had ever seen. She had the voice of an angel, and was a student in college and had better grades than he did, so she was a very engaging person to talk to.This dancer was not a big woman, maybe 5'4", but she had healthy curves, she probably weighed 125 to 130 pounds. And her curves were all in the right places. She probably had breast implants, but they were not that big, perfect for her body shape, and. . have always thought the WHOLE IDEA of a man becoming a gorgeous, sexy woman was a real turn-on. I met a lot of T-girls in my time on the streets. They were among my closest friends. I mean, really close - catch my drift? Some of those girls were really into the 'extreme' look, like you and I are so crazy about. In fact, I had a 'drag mother' who taught me most of what I know about makeup, hair, and just being the kind of slut that drives men wild. Through her and the rest of my friends, I.