She came back a couple of minutes later and said we could go upstairs. I followed her with our pizza upstairs into the master bedroom. I could see she... had cleaned up everything with new sheets and arranged a table with two chairs near the window.She walked to the table and lit up the scented candle. It felt fresh. She switched on the yellow light. It was a mood created to fuck. We started having the pizza, and the conversation never felt boring. Talent and beauty combined was a combination no. *If it is illegal for you to be reading this, either because of age orsome other factor, STOP READING NOW!*Lastly, if stories involving Transgender issues, young teens,sexuality, nudity, etc. are a turn off for you, STOP READING NOW!If none of this applies, sit back and enjoy.Desire Chapter 1 London, England, 2005She drew me close and leaned forward and kissed me hard on my mouth,her lips prising mine apart and her tongue pushing into my mouth. Asher tongue delved deeper into my mouth, pushing. Most of the men faced the girl, some to press against her, some to merely look. She had a pretty, shapely, figure, and her brief floppy shorts and sleeveless T left little of her charms to be imagined. They were on honeymoon. Dave and Nicci Saunders were their names. They’d been to see the temple at Maracci, near Mumbai.Now they were trying to get back into town but hadn’t been able to find a taxi, so had taken the train instead. It was dusk light fading fast. The train was shuddering painfully. I like anchovies myself on occasions but they’re just so salty that I can’t eat them often. It was fifteen minutes later when the doorbell rang and there was Sarah, looking absolutely livid, followed by a very scared very nervous pizza boy that Jenna was eyeing with a smirk.“Where is she?” Sarah said when I opened the door.“Calm down Sarah and wait in the living room, please.” “Hey Mr.S!” came Jenna, bouncing her way through the door“Hello, Mr. Sherpnel.” Said Amanda, followed by the pizza boy,.