Upon crossing the threshold, I looked around. It looked very similar to many bars, say for one exception. You had the tables filled with people havi...ng good times, more at the bar telling each other stories or mindless conversations, and a small lounging section. The closer inspection of my surroundings let me know this was a bar for many types of people. Those types included shemales, transvestites, and gays (both men and women.) The transvestites and gay people were easy to spot, once. "Whyare you dressed as a guy?"It was weird to hear Ginger's laughing voice come from this masculineshape. "It's kind of complicated. This is who I am officially. Istill live at home while I'm going to school at City College, and they'dnever accept me as female, so I have to keep my real self a secret untilI can afford to live on my own. It sucks, but it's my only real optionfor now."Bradford was dumbfounded. "So you're really a guy? You look sobelievable as a woman! It was all fake?"Boy. My arms around your neck. A break in the kiss. You disappear again briefly and my shirt is gone. Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, our hearts are trying to break free – beating with such force it’s as if they have fists. They are in a rage. We are in a rage. I’ve never felt a kiss like this.We are on the floor. I don’t know how we got here. I don’t know where the front door is. I think my knees must have started to give out. Kneeling here in front of you, still devouring you, your whiskers. Leaving the cottage Hailey headed to the outdoor dog pen with Sam following her, sniffing the air and every so often nipping at her buttocks and growling for her to assume the position. Reaching the breeding bench Hailey threw herself over it and gripping the legs waited, panting like a bitch in heat. Sam rose up and this time frustration had got the better of him as he was determined his bitch would take his seed this mating. Gripping with his front paws Sam leant forward and took a firm.