'I'll leave a note on the kitchen table', he muttered.He returned to his room, scribbled the note and was coming out when he heard the rather mournful...words of a song coming from the corridor where Marion's room was. 'Hopeless singer', Bruce muttered. 'But I don't have to leave a note.' The door to Marion's room was ajar. He pushed it open. Marion was standing in front of the full length mirror. She was wearing only pants, the old fashion bloomers and a bra of which she was in the process of. That night I drove back to my hotel room, I pulled out the ring, and took it to the balcony and sat reflecting. I didn’t get to sleep till almost sunrise. The hurt I caused Lindsey was so deep, for the first time in weeks I thought she was gone for good.I woke up the next morning about nine am. I hadn’t slept that late in years. I got up, got a good breakfast and headed out; I went to get my hair cut and a professional shave, I wanted to make my self as inoffensive as possible. I drove and. Oh god she was dancing as the ice cubes are in between two hot organs (pussy, pennies) and then i removed her fully wet (with cum and water) panty.I requested her to masturbate me, then she requested for shower and we both went to bath room (her master bath room is quite big) we are taking shower and she is behind me pressing her boobs on my back and playing with my her pennies and moving forward and backward i was in heaven and trying to hold her back bums (buttocks) there were so soft and. A million thoughts were already rushing through my mind but never in a billion years would I have expected this gorgeous woman before me was actually a shemale. I somehow felt violated in that moment of such a ‘nasty surprise’, yet, I couldn’t turn my eyes away from it. It was perhaps one of the most inviting cocks I’ve ever seen. Completely shaved bare, she had a pair of low hanging balls in what seemed to be a heavy sack. The skin of the ball sack was a light brown in comparison to the cut.