As our eyes meet I lean over and kiss you deeply and soulfully. I run my hand up your thigh and gently squeeze. I break off the kiss and start the car...to drive home. I continue to caress your inner thigh as your hand rubs my stiffing cock through my pants. I pull up into the driveway and we kiss again. I go around and open the car door for you and help you out of the car. I lead you to the front of my car as we start kissing again. I lift you dress over your wast. We can see the neighbors. 'I knew the perfect place, thinking of my cabin out of town and told her so. 'I have beer, Kahlua, vodka, wine...and a bathroom.' I keep my home clean and neat so had no worries there, and a full pantry and 'fridge.'Do you want to come with me?'That was all it took, and we headed out of town, stopping only to make a call to the bar where our friends were making our apologies. I spoke to Gwen who said 'We guessed. The 'I don't normally do that'; was probably dropped on you. You really should. I was still dumbfounded by the sight of this incredible beauty in the mirror. I surveyed my nude reflection more closely, admiring the soft curves and the angelic face that suggested just a hint of devilishness. "Well, missy," I said in my musical voice, "What do we do now?" Obviously, clothes were the first thing I needed to tackle. The question I needed to answer was which was potentially more embarrassing--To buy women's clothing in my male body, or to be seen in public as a woman wearing. "How did you do that? My birthday is tomorrow, and I'll be 22!" I winked at her, leaned close, and said, "Age and Treachery, My Dear!" She laughed, and I continued with a question about her birthday plans. "Don't have any. My parents are traveling and most of my friends are in the service industry. They work nights." I was so struck by this Latina nymph, I felt disappointed for her. "Well, THAT can't happen. Please don't take this a wrong way, but what would you say to having a birthday dinner.