The she looks at me and say “light s off”. I do that and then I put my mouth on her breast and I start biting her breast with her salwar on…she ...tarts pressing her head towards her breast. And meantime my hands goes down on her kamzeez… And I put it inside her panty…hmm I can feel her pussy hairs …and her pussy is burning like a furnace and it’s damn wet…Then she looks at me say “no”….I say don’t worry we be careful…ten again I lift my t-shirt and throw it away …and she is sleeping on the bed. Aanal en anni munbe oru paiyanai kathal seithu irupathaaga en idam solinaal. Apadi endraal aval kandipaaga munbe ethavathu sunniyai sappi oombi irupaal. Enaku anni meethu entha kama ennamum varamal thaan irunthathu. Oru naal en annaum anniyum iravu nerathil matter potukondu irunthaargal, appozhuthu anni haa haa endru sexiyaaga munarikondu irunthaal. Apadi munarum pozhuthu en manathil oru kama ennam vara aarambithathu. Athanaal naanum avargal ena seigiraargal endru jenel vazhiyaaga paarthen.. Otherwise, there is no way I would have gone up to her. She was undoubtedly the sexiest girl in the bar- probably the sexiest girl in the city. And she was alone. Only for a minute, no doubt, before some other loser tried it on. Not this time, I thought. You don't shoot, you don't score.She was tall, dark, slim but curvy. Black hair, a tight red dress, dark red lipstick, like a seductress from a dream. What could I say to say to such a woman? Don't think, go."Hi". Not the most inspiring opening. So I made the bad decisions of putting this issue on hold until now at the age of 33....not such a good idea lol I realize these days I do not want to be a woman just like women's panties and certain clothes and wigs.this also brings up another issue that was unresolved form my early twenties and that was my attraction to transsexuals. instead of exploring why I have felt these thoughts feelings I harbored them. I hid my feelings not only from my family but also my friends. I became the closet.