"I mean yeah, I'm a transsexual. I wanted to be a girl all my life and I switched about a few months ago. I still have boy parts but I'm taking hormon...s and stuff," she explained. "I can show you if you don't believe me?" She immediately regretted saying it and blushed bright red, hiding her face in her hands."Ah, no that's alright, I believe you." Wait! How did you know my boy name if you don't know me then! And you haven't even told me your name yet."He chuckled, obviously enjoying watching. So I had to return to college for supplementary exams. I had a few friends outside my batch. There was a junior of mine with whom I get along quite well. She was a year junior to me. Same branch. She was from Hyderabad. A bit dusky. Let’s call her Elli.I always knew she had a crush on me. I kind of used to avoid her on direct topics on relations and play it quite. I didn’t want the friendship to break. Well after the exam we met in the college canteen. She was wearing her usual, salwar kurta.. Her breathing was now slow and steady with soft sighs escaping her lips as my fingers neared their goal. I swear I could feel the moist heat emanating from her pussy as I slowly stroked my hand higher and when they finally made contact with the lacy material of her panties where they covered the entrance to her love tunnel, she cried out and thrust upwards with her hips as she came for a second time.Taking a woman to her second orgasm in less than fifteen minutes was a first for me and, spurred. In those days, one could smoke inside the station canteens and the cigarette smoke hung thickly in the air and all I wanted was a good old cup of tea and a British Rail (as it was then) sandwich. As I was standing in the queue a tall and very well-endowed lady approached me and asked if I could get her a tea and some cake, if she gave the money for it. I said , “N o problem - hang on a sec and I'll bring it over to your table with pleasure.” “I haven't got a table.” she said. “They're all.