(Unless they pay me to sponsor them...) I decided to list the 'looking for' choices as 'transsexual' and 'crossdresser'. A little later, I thought I s...hould add 'gay'. Just in case...Well, you could have knocked me down with a feather when I got a message from a transvestite, who was interested in my picture, and sent me one of her. (Yes, I always say 'her', 'she', etc, when talking about TV's and TS's. A lot of times, they look so gorgeous, you wouldn't know!)Well, this girl - let's call her. 1) I had already being unfaithful so a bit more with the same woman didn't matter. 2)No one would find out because as far as I could tell no one had seen anything. 3)These things don't normally happen. These types of things are what you read about in Penthouse letters. No one would believe it. 4)Maybe my wife was in some Balinese bungalow being fucked as we speak.I was really starting to believe that this was OK. My only concern now was disease. But I had that covered by the condoms we still. “ohhh don’t you know?” She asked rhetorically with a seductive grin, leaning over with her hand stroking his inner thigh. “We Catholic girls give the best fucking blow jobs ever, the priests teach us” She said with a dirty laugh. She leant in towards him and those full red luscious lips were on his, her tong darting in and out of his mouth. He could feel his cock stiffen as her hand rubbed at his groin. She moaned slightly as she skilfully with one hand unbuttoned his jeans and reached down his. Whenever they wanted, they made me beg for more honking. They even took control of my orgasms, they stopped me just at the verge of orgasm and made me cry for more, they knew when to let me have a body shivering orgasm.Now my actual horn session had started, I was completely helpless and they took full control over me. I was completely lost and hardly even remembered how many orgasms I had, one after another, during that night long session. I just remember people calling my name and truck horn.