It was another hot sunny day when we woke in our apartment, Mike and myself both naked in our own beds, I looked over to see Mike looking at me. ‘I...’s been quite a few days hasn’t it’, he said, ‘It sure has’ I replied,’ coming on our first holiday as a group of eight young friends, I never really expected to spend my evenings, learning about gay sex and even more strangely spending time with a transsexual and cross dressing into the bargain’, it had been a steep learning curve, but very. What do you think I said?She gifted me one of those knockout smiles then turned to face the bulge in my trousers and ran her hand down my stomach to fumble with my trouser fastenings. She got the outer button undone and unhooked the inner clasp, but when she tried to pull them open, it didn’t work.“What’s wrong with these stupid trousers?”“There’s another button on the inside,” I said.She huffed, felt around for the button and opened it. “I prefer your jeans.” She looked up at me and smiled.. The lady ordered a hot chocolate (“I’m still breastfeeding, or I would have preferred coffee) and for the same reason refused a cigarette. “Hi, I am Kathy”, she introduced herself with a sensual smile, “and this is Joan”, pointing at the baby. After introducing myself, we had an agreeable chat during which she told me about the joys and drawbacks of being a single mother (“my bloke, that asshole couldn’t stand to be no more in the centre of the attention, you know, he just went off”) and the. She had finished her meal well before I had mine, and I could see she was dragging out the drinking of her coffee. I couldn’t help notice how tiny her hands were and how thin her fingers were. I also noticed she had pink painted nails, but they weren’t very well kept. Once we had both finished our drinks we carried on chatting. She was quick to tell me that she was in the home as she was a problem teenager and had been in Foster home and Foster home, but never settling with any one family..