Sounds like your mother was a right goer.. Not your fault..at all..but she obviously liked cock and maybe your dad wasn't up to the task...not his fau...t...they just don't sound as if they were suited. That's the thing you see...the k**s of today think they invented sex...they didn't.....nor did we..but like them, we thought we did. In there day, in my day and in your day...most women love the cock...just as men love the pussy. It's life. Now...when you were triggered by my cock, a few unusual. I start to back peddle but no coherent words come out. So I stop talking and let an awkward silence settle. After 155 seconds I was about to apologize when she said,“Oh, I thought you knew. I mean everyone else we work with figured it out and you’ve known me the longest. Lance, I’m transgender.”“Huh?” I replied.“I was born a boy and started hormones in my teens to become a woman.”“Oh. So do you still like have a penis and stuff?” I was so horrified I’d asked this I dropped the beer can in my. She had her purse in one hand with what looked like a corner of her panties hanging out of the flap and in her other hand was a rectangular black lacquer box.I was sitting up in bed when she emerged from the bathroom wearing the new black slip I bought her. She leaned against the door jamb and smiled. She had the black box in her hand and placed it on the dresser. I threw back the covers on her side of the bed and patted it with my hand. Kris joined me and snuggled in close. My curiosity caused. My rough fingering and grasping turns the once crisp white blouse into a wrinkled mess. But my manipulations did serve to find the hardening little buds under the thin blouse and lacy bra. Vlada closed her eyes, her lips parting as she gasps for breath, shaking as she feels tremors of pleasure going through her body as her breasts are fondled for the first time in a long time. She sighs and leans back into my big body behind her, her body shivering from the flicking of her sensitive nipples..