‘Feels different, doesn’t it?’ She asked. ‘I loved Ravi. If I could have taken that accident for him, I would have. I’ve come to the point t...hough, that he would have wanted me to love again, but frankly, I don’t want a man. I didn’t want a man when I met him. He was just gender dysphoric enough to be socially attractive, and passionate enough to be sexually interesting. I had to sort of lead him in the dominant department, but when he understood it pleasured me, he was a quick learner. Ravi. He offered for me to sit and be comfortable, and asked me if I liked a Sam Adams beer, and I said that it sounded great, so he disappeared for a few moments, then came back with a bottled beer in each hand, one for him and one for me.He handed it to me and sat down on the couch with me. I couldn’t stop thinking that here I am in the apartment of this really handsome black man and we are drinking beer. He asked if I would mind a little music, as he usually keeps some form of music on when he’s. I took a quick cold shower and that made my cock go softer, when I walked into the kitchen I didn't see them , I went to the French door that goes out on the deck and there I saw her leaning over the back of one of our patio chairs as Tim was shoving his cock up her ass. I wached untill she saw me. Then with Tim still fucking her as hard as he could she told me to check the steaks. I looked them and told her they where done. She said well take them inside I'll be in ass soon as Tim unloads in. She had a slim face and long straight brown hair with high cheekbones and eyes clear as the morning. When she smiled, you could imagine her as anything, the vixen, the girl next door, the true love that you never realize was there all along ... She was classically beautiful and could have easily been a model. Perhaps she had been at one point.Minutes later, Allison walked out of her room, wearing the silk nightie and robe tied closed at the waist. She checked and adjusted the towel that encased.