In fact, aboutsix months ago, I worked the Miss Black Trans-American pageant andsucked about a half a mile of great black cock!MELANIE: What happened... next?KEN: Well, at that first pageant I ended up sucking off about six orseven other girls.I figured that would be the end of it but it turnedout to be just the beginning.MELANIE: Then you got a call from a pageant coordinator in anotherstate, right?KEN: Yeah! The coordinator of the Miss Trans West Coast Pageant hadheard about what I'd done and. A professional staging company had been brought in to help sell the place & had staged the house with magnificent furniture. I showed Dale how to use her new digital camera and how to take pictures of the rooms to show them off the best. While we were upstairs in the master suite Dale said she had to use the bathroom and ask me to take some picture of the master suite. Dale came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and asked me if I had taken a picture of the view, I said what view and. ‘Wait until I can fuck you, this is nothing.’ This time, she licked her hand clean, instead of wiping it off. The image of her tasting me, like a kitten licking cream off of a paw, stayed with me forever. The difference to that first day was that we were able to get out of bed together, and took our very first shower together. Her breasts were gorgeous, a firm ‘D’ cup, as part of an hourglass figure that still showed an athlete’s fitness. Her incision was healed, between them. We washed each. One more dive and then I head back to my campsite. When I get there I spread the shirt over my bike to dry. Turning I realize the two young women have been standing by their tent watching me. They wave and giggle. I shake my head and duck into my tent, shedding the wet boxers and pulling on my jeans. Once my shirt is dry I kick the Harley to life and head back into town. Grab a quick bite and head to the Marina. Not as many tourists this time of morning. I walk the length again and still I.