He took my hand and we went up to his bedroom.He invited me inside and I was surprised at the room.It is the kind of room a single woman would have, p...stel colors, satindrapes and satin comforter in pink, large king sized bed. I was amazedand did not know what to say. Paul took me by the waist and as helooked at me he said, "You are not the only person to have thosefeminine feelings, I am also a transvestite!" I gasped. He smiled.I was somewhat dazed by his revelation, so much that I almost. I giggle as we part lips, he smiles up at me, with the look of devilment that meant only one thing.He reaches for the knot holding my shorts up, I pretend to protest, but I cannot lie – I was excited at the impending activities. He opens the knot and the zip, and reaches into my undies and pulls out my penis. As he gently teases it, I release his shorts, pulling them down slightly, along with the back of his own undies, gaining access to his anus. I pull out his penis, and pull on it, as I. I wonder if she’d like how I taste. I bring her to orgasm once again and then move over her and then put my pussy right on her face, she starts licking me and I love the way she does it. She does it like nobody else that I know. I watch him walk over to me, I can tell he wants to be apart of the pleasure again. So I put my hand on his ass cheeks and move him closer to me and then start sucking on his throbbing cock. I love the taste of both of them. I start moaning as she is licking me, I think. She never claimed to have sex with any of the jazz greats but there was just something believable about her stories that kept us entertained.Afternoon tea was anything but tea and on several occasions we were both so buzzed that we didn’t get much done after the break. She didn’t seem to mind and our boss would ask every morning as we’d load up to go, “How are you guys getting along with that old broad? She will talk your leg off if you give her a chance, but hell she has the money so let her.