Mera to dekhate hi nikal jane vala tha phir may ne use p6e se pkda or nek or kan pay kiss krne lga or vo bhi garam hone lagi phir may ne dhire say usk... transpant nikal diya or usko bra or panty may la diya black bra may kya lag rhe the yr uske boob s may to sidha uske boobs pay tot pda or shook krne lga bra k uper se hi pher may ne uski bra nikali or uski doodh jise gore gore bol pay pink pink nipal ko chus ne lga ro katne b lga or dusre hath se uska dusra boobs ko dbane lga to vo aaahhooooo. I was surprised and happy tooShe added me in her frds list and so did iThen we started chatting on general topics. She was a nice lady. It was 1 a.m. In the nightI asked her wat she was searching over the net at that odd time?She told me frankly that she was recently married and the first two months of the marriege were wonderful. But then her husband’s ship started sailing for long durations say for 15-20 days with a gap 0f 3-4 days interval. And she was feeling lonely those days. She said. ....Emily then softly murmurs "You know what didn't happen, don't you?" My mind began wondering before she says "Why did neither of us get asked for some anal?" In all the sheer experience, I had been like a junior in a sweetshop with all this and always craved some anal myself. Emily, thinking ahead of course, had found some lube in her bag, slipped a bit onto my tip (so nice and cool too) & hands me the tube, so I could apply it to her clenched starfish, while Lisa reached over to begin. No one still knew about this part of me, and I would get dressed with full makeup, fix my own long hair (common in the early seventies), and stay en femme for entire days and weekends. And during these times I was obsessed with finding a guy to suck off. In those days there was no awareness of transgender, and to me the only way this would ever happen would be for me to find someone who thought I was a girl, and somehow get in his pants. But reality always stepped in, and even though I was.