It all started when we were looking at a magazine and saw a picture and article on a transsexual , she looked pretty, very feminine , at the time I di... not know about transgender but after curiosity set in liam and I did our research. About a week later we never really talked about it anymore but he was coming over for our routine sleep over , well during a nice game of truth or dare which we always played , I decided too take a dare because game was getting boring , well liam dared me too put. I have always shared my fantasies with Jeanne but she claims not to have any of her own. The one fantasy I have had was to know that she had taken a lover, somebody who she was comfortable with for recreational sex. "Not me", she would say. "That's not me. I only need you."A week ago, I came home from work and immediately I knew something was different. Jeanne was very quiet, not asking the same questions she would ask every day about mine. I asked about her day. "It was fine," then nothing.. " Uh, Sheriff, I guess you haven't heard. You should know, Louisa Carrier.She passed away two days ago."I was thunderstruck. "What? I didn't know she was sick." She wasn't. I understand she just keeled over. Her daughter Martha came tosee me yesterday, when she was in to see the undertaker." Where's she being buried? When?" At her place, tomorrow. I'm taking the burial ceremony. There's a familyplot where the Carrier folks are buried, old Rene, his wife, and Clem."It was a short, simple. She pulled down his zipper and reached inside his underwear to grasp his pulsing pole, feeling it tremble and jerk, feeling the strong pulse of Jim’s heart pounding in his penis. Jim moaned into her mouth as they kissed.“Sarah Jane,” Jim whispered as they came up for air. “Do you really want to go all the way? Do you want me to make love to you for real?”“More than anything, James. Please. I want to feel this – she gave his cock a squeeze – inside me. I love you James.”Sarah Jane wriggled out.