" Jennifer blushed. "That's something I plan to rectify." Another thought occurred to Carlos. "Why mine?" he asked. "What's wrong with your own?" As a...transsexual, Jennifer thought that maybe her system contained too much estrogen. Maybe the hormone had affected her sperm. She'd prefer to have Carlos' semen under her microscope. If his sperm were anything like his cock and balls, the microscopic sex cells would be virile, indeed. "Nothing," she answered him. "I just like yours better." Carlos. Her eyes flickered over to me, her face showing signs of sun-kissed health, her lips slightly apart. Almost as soon as our eyes met, she broke the moment, resuming her perusal. She stopped by a well-known brand of lingerie, picking up a lime green ensemble, bra and matching French knickers. She held it up, turning it in her hands; her mind seemed to be made up. Before I knew it, I was beside her, the words out before my brain registered the absurdity of the situation. “I would love to see you. After about 11.00 pm I went to her house so that no one can see me going there, and locked the door. She told me ”Satish can you give me a massage, i am very tired”, I told ok and went behind her and started to massage her shouldersShe leaned back on the sofa after massaging for some time, I could not resist myself, I bent down and kissed her lower lips from behind, she took my lower lips in her mouth and we were kissing like that for some time, my hands went to her breasts and were kneading. I wanted to be close to her, see her, and watch her. I wanted tobe around her to see her in her wedding dress and experience herwedding.I danced with my older sister at her wedding and held her close to touchthe dress, feel its femininity, and feel how it felt and fit her body. Iwanted to know as much about her as a bride as I could. At her gartertoss ceremony she lifted her dress just enough that I could see the lacetops of her bridal stockings. It was not enough to see her bridallingerie but.