Shemales. trannys. call them whatever you want. a feminine figure, long hair, and best of all a cock! long, short, fat, skinny, i loved them all as lo...g as they were attached to a beautiful shemale. waking up i sleep in until 8, i dont have work today but still have to go to school at 12. yay! i really start thinking about what i could be for this halloween party... i want to stop being such a hermit and meet actually go out and meet people. maybe even get laid for a change. not like it will be. It was only then that Aunty Bev spoke as sheturned around to face me."What are those marks on your shoulders darling?" she asked.For a moment I had no idea what she was talking about until she reachedforward and traced her fingers over my shoulders and under my adolescentpectorals."What marks aunty?" I replied innocently."These marks, Michael, look, they go over your shoulders then disappearonly to reappear as two curves under your pectorals and a strap markaround your back. Have you been. She was a gorgeous panjabi babe, fair skinned, hair up to the shoulder, luscious lips, good boobs, with a sexy ass for the topping. When i saw her i tried to guess her figure, she might be 34-28-34. I felt like taking her there and then but i controlled myself. We introduced each other and got in the restaurant. We spoke a little about each other and then left the restaurant and i went to drop her to the place where she had parked her bike. It was dark there and we hug each other and i kissed. When my career stopped distracting me, I would travel. Not perfect, but it was something. Despite however much I had accepted being forever single, this wedding was still crushing my heart. The bride and groom had left, but the party was still going strong. I was enjoying champagne straight out of the bottle in the garden outside. ‘We aren’t trying to get drunk, are we?’ ‘Fuck off Mac.’ So I had forgotten Mac. He was single too, but hardly a friend. ‘Well someone is a little feisty tonight.’.