She sent over some drinks, and they came over to our table and that's where this story begins. Amanda asked if we were swingers, when I spoke up and t...old her that even better than that, we're all bi swingers. Her jaw dropped and her eye's widened with both excitement and lust.She explained to us that she was a post op transexual and that she was fully functional, Jake reach over her lap and pulled her panties aside to show us that she wasn't joking.Check please!We all took off to my room and by. " Okay"She arrived promptly ... as I knew she would. We chatted a little as I fixed my supper ... I had allowed a little extra for her.As I ate and she nibbled, she opened up."Ed and I have had sex again.'"I know" No, I mean we had it last night, as well." Any progress?" It's worse than ever. I mean it's the same, but seems worse"I said nothing. She wasn't done.'I don't think he has any interest in pleasing me." She looked almost ready to cry. "And I don't think I can really love anyone who. She was very much like her mother. Hot pants! He could see her slender fingers plunging into the gaping opening of her cunt as she coaxed him and teased him. "Yeessss!" he hissed. His hand had found his throbbing cock once again and stroked it as he gazed at his daughter's distorted face. "You'd suck off your own son if you had one. It would turn you on if this was a cock instead of a cunt, wouldn't it!" He nodded. He dropped back on his elbow, almost lying down and watched her as she finger. “So, Peter Jones, you were ready to let your sweet wife go to bed with another man, were you? A big, black Nigerian man?”She made no attempt to hide her excitement as she teased me, and I confessed how excited I’d been, and how after the war within me I’d decided to give her to Francis and hang the consequences. Sue smiled wickedly as she heard my confession, and then as her smooth hand gently stroked me, she whispered in my ear, “Let’s make love, honey. You, me and ‘Sean’. Or should I say.