So we did things together. We visited museums; we went to concerts and visited the honky-tonk bars on Broadway Street in downtown Nashville to listen ...to country western and jazz music. We attended several sporting events; as a ‘faculty’ member at Vanderbilt I could easily get tickets to watch their first-class baseball team.And it was at a Nashville Predators hockey game that I discovered a raging hockey fan sitting with me. Who would have thought that my petit and demure PhD. candidate could. He understood it, so he tried his best to keep his contact with themto a minimum. He stayed with those that accepted his feminization andwas happy for their support. Gwen smiled as she saw how confidentFrank was en femme and how much he enjoyed himself as he talked withvarious women in the studio.Gwen loved watching Frank act as her gofer as he took care of herneeds before, between and after the broadcasts. As his first day cameto an end, Frank and Gwen were left alone in her dressing room."How. Like I could forget? I let out a soft whimper, he chuckles. My legs are spread wider than my wrists, allowing him access to my sex. He steps between my legs, stroking my inner thighs. He kisses his way lightly towards my pussy. He is so gentle, and soft. Finally I can feel him lick me long and slow; I thrust my hips towards him, to meet his mouth. He growls and it rumbles my nerve endings, making my sex clench in anticipation. He slowly presses a finger inside me while his tongue does small. She could hardly speak, I just took it as the 4:30 a.m. Monday morning I'm not woke yet blues.Y'all this lady was fine as Hell. She had a thick backwoodz accent, mesmerizing eyes, with a nasty fucking attitude. Her long natural red hair reach down to her behind. When I first met her, I said to myself that she needed to be choked with a dick and fucked senseless. Last week she put big 6'5, 320, Jim in his place. He is cocky as hell, for a big guy with a 2 and half inch dick.I can't say to much.