We decided to meet up at a popular local jazz club located in the basement of a building downtown, right off the main square. Always a great time, but... for tonight, the big attraction was the dark moody interior with tables hidden away in the music filled corners of the large room. Juices slid down my inner thigh at the thought of both Chad’s and my husbands fingers wandering up each leg to my hot center. We arrived first and immediately zeroed in on a nice covered table back in a very dark. "Sorry." You didn't answer my question." You're very beautiful." Well, thank you. Mind if I join you on the bench?" Feel free," I said, and scooted over."What brings you to this park?" she asked."Her," I said and pointed to a small child on the swings."Pretty girl." Yeh, I think so." So, have you told her you're transgender?"I almost fell off the bench."What?" I managed."Ah. Still in the closet, then," she said, nodding as if I had answeredher question."What are you talking about?" I. He had a deep, golden tan and just the right amount of stubble. His tight shirt showed off his muscular chest and arms perfectly. After the initial hellos, I took my seat next to Oliver and studied the menu, trying to take my mind off the things I wanted to do to him. At first things were pretty normal. We ate starters and Eliza bored us to death with sightseeing tales. If I’d been on honeymoon with Oliver, we would not have left the hotel. Just before our mains came I felt a hand on my thigh. He'd always viewed her friends as an extension of family.When Sarah got home, she went upstairs to take a shower before changing into a comfy pair of shorts, a push up bra and a camisole. When she heard the front door open, she rushed down the stairs."Alex!" She shouted, throwing her arms around him.Alex chuckled, hugging her back. "Hey, little sis. What's going on?"When Sarah pulled away, Alex realized that in four short months, she'd grown up. Where awkward braces once sat, her smile was now.