This dude must have waited all week for this. After I catch my breath I pop his cock back in and suck whatever was left out of his balls. His legs wer... shaking when I was done. My dick was rock hard now a solid 7 inches half dollar thick ready to blow. I stand up to go put mine in the hole. And before I knew it he had left. Shit dude really? I shake my head. And clean up this mess. I go back to the concourse and its noon now. I go and grab a bite at the concessions hot dog and fries nothing. She whispers in my ear, "I'll be right back, hold that thought."After only five minutes of sunning, as I watched them through the window, Monica got up and came back into the house. She quickly came over to me and took me by the hand, leading me to the kitchen counter. Without a word she leaned forward placing her chest on the counter, reached around and pulled her bikini bottom to one side, exposing her moist cunt to me. I didn't need any more hints! I opened the fly on my shorts hauling out. I mean picking. I told her I'd give her a lift after close if she wanted it, and that was all it took. for the next 3 hours she sat there driving me nuts with all her sob story bullshit, and as a good bartender, I gave her that crutch she needed. I also dropped a bunch of seeds, "oh your such a cutie" " oh if you were my girl, I'd take care of you" bla bla bla. I don't remember the B.S. , But I could tell it was working. At close, I took her to the car, and off we went. We didn't get a. How do you find one cross-dressed male in a city like San Francisco?There were private detectives and specialists and skip tracers andlawyers and a litany of those who claimed to be able to delve into thedemi-world and retrieve the lost. She had started to do research aboutfeminized males - Joan knew to call them "she-males" now - by readinglittle paperbound, pamphlet-like books that catered to their interests.Stories about she-male abductees were disturbingly common. Was there abasis in fact.