“I wasn’t sure that you’d come again.” she told me, sipping her coffee. “Really?, why ever would you think that.” I replied. “Well, I wa... worried that when I said I had other needs, that you would think me odd. I’ve really regretted saying that just before I had to run off.” “If anything,” I replied, “that remark has intrigued me all week, and this morning as I was walking here, it quite excited me.” “But you don’t know what they are! You’ll probably just want to walk away, if I tell you. And I. Forgetting about the hell that is happening around, forgetting about girlfriends and everything in the world, I began to lick her pussy. The taste was incredible, a bit tart, but sweet at the same time, I could not tear myself away, I wanted more and more. I tried to stick a finger in the ass, but instead of the anus, there were still some labia. A couple of times with his finger there, I licked it, it was just as tasty. So I continued to caress her tongue in the front and rear finger tail. She's not one in a million, not with (atlast count) one in ten males transitioning to shemales, but she's still arelatively rare find. We females who are transitioning to hemales, onthe other hand, currently number thirty-three percent of the world'spopulation! Female-to-hemale transsexuality is all the rage that, a fewyears ago, male-to-shemale transsexuality was: it's the trend of the day--or, I guess, more accurately, the decade.Of course, it, too, will decrease as female-to-hemale. "I nodded and squeezed her hand."Yeah," I replied.Gayle shrugged and took another swipe at her nose with the napkin, saying, "So, yeah, I lived with him until I graduated a few months later, and, you know... then we got married."She took a deep breath and raised her chin, looking me straight in the face.I stared back at her for a moment, not sure what to say, and then asked what happened.Gayle glanced down at the napkin she held and shrugged, as her lips quivered nervously."I'm a lesbian," she.