We’ve always been active sexually ourselves but faithful. We both I guess liked the more adventurous stuff, loved fucking with the curtains open all...around the house. I had secretly always wanted to be watched, I knew Vicky felt the same as every time I hinted at it she got extremely wet. It was a few years ago while we were shagging I saw Phil a neighbour having a sneaky cigarette from his upper window, he overlooked our house. For a moment I was horrified and Vicky sensed this, she said. ..Da...David' Laughing he said to me 'Da...Da...David did you like what you saw, I hope you did cause we gonna have some ffffffuuuunnnnn.' We went to the west side of the city to an apartment complex, parking in a space he exited the car. I stayed seated as he walked up to a door and fumbled for a key, looking back at me he nodded his head towards the door and mouthed 'come on'. As I entered Carlton closed the door and led me to the bedroom, once in there he quickly removed his clothes. His. I did and she posed me for a few more pictures. That was embarrassing! Legs up and spread, then left and right sides the same pose. Then I had to stand and bend over front ways with my legs spread as far apart as I could get them. She took the photos and said, "These are so we can see how to do the tuck of your genitals the best way."I said, "We?"She answered, "Well, yes, I am not a doctor. Your doctor has agreed to do this for you." (WHAT?) She saw the look on my face and stated to chuckle and. I can vividly remember the depressive bouts I had, not seeming to fit in, not ever seeming to maintain a relationship with a girl for long. I have fought these waves of depression all my life. I had my first drink on my 15th birthday and soon after that, cousins and uncles were handing me beers as I was “becoming a man.” It was about this time…timelines get fuzzy because of the booze…that I saw my first she-male in an edition of Club Magazine. I was mesmerized. She was so hot and I wanted.