This led me on to doing a bitmore research and what I found was you didn't really fit into thedefinition of a transvestite, you were definitely more a...transsexual." Have you been reading up on psychology as well?" Yes." If that's the case, do you think this goes back to when I was veryyoung, remember what I said earlier?" Possibly." So how is this going to affect us? I've created a real problem,haven't I? Because you married a man all these years ago and now itseems you've landed up with a man. He see that Im awake and smiles at me. He leans against the door frame and just looks me over, lingering on my breasts and then further down at the curls between my legs until I try to shift my legs to hide my swollen lips from him. This action causes him to chuckle and start towards me, he comes up from the foot of the bed and runs his tongue up my leg from ankle to knee up to my thigh over my hip, to the indention of my belly button where he skims around it a couple times before licking up. There were the usual collection of customers, not that there was anything usual about the Dog House's customers, except maybe the mix.At that time of day there were bankers stopping on the way home for a take out order for the family. There would be cops sitting at the counter rushing to get back on patrol, since they were in on a break not dinner. There would be the crowd from the senior towers, a block away in for an inexpensive dinner. Then there would be the nostalgia nuts like me, trying. I was quite surprised but he was like, 'Babes, I told you I’ve got a tattoo when we first met.' I just laughed and said it must be old age making me forget. I lifted his t-shirt to look at the design and stroked the outline with my fingers. He let out a slight moan but I was not sure if I imagined it or not. I finished the last of my drink which left me with a nice buzz. Tipsy but not wasted. I got up and headed to the kitchen for some water. Grabbed a bottle, went back to his room to turn out.