Ann

My prick became so hard, and me so desirous of her, pre-cum soaked through my underwear and suit pants, and if she knew this would happen, looking as if it was not done purposely, she swept her hand over my wet crotch…smiled, purposely wiped her fingers over it again, lifted them to her lips and sucked the little wet from them, saying, “Hmmm…yessss…you need to take these pants off, so this will dry.”

As if I was mesmerized, which I was, I helped her remove my pants, tie, and shirt so all I had on is my underpants, with my hard on trying to get through the fly. Then she sat on it, wiggled a bit, making sure it did clear the fly, until it was between her legs, still having her nightgown between it and her vaginal honey pot, and resumed kissing my lips.

Oral sex always being my favorite, sometimes even more exciting to me than actual intercourse, because I got to watch the woman become sexually charged and have her orgasm, I gently lifted her off me, slid on to the floor and began kissing her legs, working up to her, what I now realized sweet smelling pussy. As I lightly tongued it, looking for her clit, I couldn’t find it, then looking up, I saw scars under each breast, where she had obviously had implants, and not that many years ago. I then returned to concentrating on her pussy, and soon realized Ann’s vagina was nothing like the dozens I’d made oral sex to in the past.

Ann must have sensed what I was thinking, and told me, “Lee, darling, I want you inside me, let’s go in the bedroom.” After we were lying on the bed, I started to go back to giving her oral sex, and she stopped me, repeating, “No, honey, I want your penis in me.”

Suddenly a few million thoughts raced through my mind, and without hesitating I longingly said, “Have I actually found who I’ve been looking for all my adult life, a transsexual?”

The silence was deafening, and as I looked up into her eyes, tears were forming, so I told Ann, kissing her lips, eyes and cheeks, “Please tell me I’m right.”