. Those doubts, damned doubts... About the ending, I'm not a writer, so I can't give you one, only some ideas.She stayed with the guy from Thursday to... Sunday; like the husband asked, was it the first time? I don't believe so. Now I have to confess that I'm not a saint and when I had girlfriends if I did something like that, I would be running to my house on the first night, before the morning came (perhaps it's my catholic upbringing, I don't know) or my feelings of guilt would destroy me. If I. When she came in and saw that I was awake she grinned at me and dropped her towel, revealing her in all her naked glory."Come back to bed," I implored her."Oh no. I've just had a shower. I can't go to work all smelling of sex, can I?" she asked, as she bent over her dressing table, showing me her beautiful naked ass."Of course I might end up smelling of it when I come home," she added, turning her head slightly towards me as she pulled some underwear from her drawer.I laughed, sure that it was. She really likes that, but it also drives her crazy. I kept it up slowly, until her hips were gyrating all over the place. Then, I decided to tease her, as she has so often to me, and stopped. She whimpered in frustration as I turned my attention to her breasts and then kissed her deeply. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore."Please! Do it some more! It felt so good!" she begged.I never could resist her begging. I went back to working on her clit and pussy, alternating this time between fast. A long leg dark beautiful passable trans I would later find out. Not much later to be honest, the number exchange was rather quick, I pretty much caught her driving out of the lot, I spoke and we exchanged small chat through her driver side window and exchanged numbers. Only a few texts later that early morning she let it be known, I'm trans. No problem I guess I replied. You guess? She responded. I mean you're very attractive and my curiosity is peeked I replied. I finally got home and plopped.