MILF Alessia Travestita finds a bottom boy pt 2

"And you Tom. America?"

"Yes. I am from San Francisco, California."

I have developed a tremendous erection and steady my bag in front of my groin area. Tom is wearing a tan pair pants and a matching shirt. He is without shoes. He is exceptionally muscled and looks like a Greek God. I wonder what his muscle between his legs looks like. Hopefully he is well hung.

"Would you like to go somewhere Alessia?"

"As long as it is with you." I say as I look at his desire.

"Where should we go?" He asks.

We decide to take a walk about the ship. I hold his strong hand and I feel pleasure from his tender grip. We talk as we saunter toward the stern of the vessel.

"You are a very lovely woman Alessia."

"Thank you Tom. I am fifty six years old. I find it flattering that you find me lovely. I think you are very attractive as well."

"Unfortunately I left my shoes in my room and my feet are getting sore." He mentions.

"Should we go to your room and get your shoes?" I ask.

"Go to my room, yes. I want to get to know you better." He replies.

"OK. Before we go further, I don't want to surprise you with my secret." I retort.

"Let me stop you right there Alessia. I already know what you are."

"Really. Are you sure?" I ask.

"You are a pretty Transexual." He stated as he gazed into my eyes.

"How on earth did you know?" I ask.

"Your face is passable. Your body has many feminine features. Your hips are narrow, you are tall, your pretty feet are as large as mine, you have on a choker covering your neck. The give- away was your bag shielding your secret."

"When did you know?" I question.

"Almost instantly. I was actually looking for a woman like you. I thought my luck had run out until I saw you." He states.

We stop in front of his cabin and we enter. Without a word he French kisses me as he presses me into the wall next to the door. His hand measures my erect length through my pants.

"My God! You are hung like a horse." He says with a shock in his voice.