I take a rickshaw for home, which happens to cross this one spot where post-midnight you usually find young crossdressers here on business at the side... of the road. They are dressed mostly in skimpy western outfits, some of them are really attractive. That’s saying a lot coming from me, for a 26-year-old straight guy. I’ve never been bi-curious either.It’s been months I’ve passed this regularity, I observe they way things worked there. Just out of general curiosity.Cars/rickshaws/cabs stopped. So good, she leaned back. Dirk could hardly believe the alabaster, natural ‘Cs’ that proudly thrust from her coat. Her skin glowed and he saw more when she stood upright and repeatedly kicked her legs high over her head. She turned around, swung her other leg up onto the railing and stretched down to it. Her pussy was shaved clean and glowed just like the rest of her. He imagined he could see the slit. As she twisted, she showed a shapely ass cheek and a perfect thigh. As if to tease him. She was particular in what she wanted. I told her ass fucking at first is painful and I should not be blamed for it. she readily agreed and said she was just experimenting. She was happy to know that I was disease free as my earlier clients had vouched for it.On the the day we met in the hotel and checked in at 12 noon she said she made everyone at home think she was at work and reverse at work. we had a few hours at our disposal and she wanted to take it slow. She was like a girl next door,. Thank you, sir.” She took over, set the flaps for landing, dropped the landing gear and landed the plane. She got the ground control frequency set in radio #2 and got taxi instructions to our hanger.Wendy taxied to our arrival ramp just like we were an arriving flight. The marshaller waved his orange paddles and guided us into a parking space.Wendy ran the shutdown checklist and made sure all the electronics were turned off before she shut down the engine.Wendy turned around and gave me a kiss.