But from my point of view, I was looking at a stunning transvestite with the face of an angle and the cock of a king, with legs to die for...........T...o say I was stunned would be an understatement and my cock instantly joined hers as hard as It could ever be.I started to babble 'What,,,why,,who.,,public,,,,people' She put her well-manicured finger to my lips and said “Just stand there and don't move, or say anything” She ran her hand over the front of my trousers and slowly took down my zip and. " I shout as I raise up from the sofa."I know you're trying, bae. But whenever you call yourself trying to be more aggressive, all I see is a young man trying too hard to be something that he's not. Which is not what I want. I want for you to be your natural self, and let things happen the way they're supposed to happen. Now, can we please stop arguing. Because I need for you to rub on my booty, so I can go to sleep. After all, we have a long 5 hour trip to your dad's house in the morning. And. Not only was she great friends with me she also got along with my boyfriend at the time which is obviously a major want for a person; that the people they care about get along and like each other.It wasn't long until we had many drunk nights which ended in drunk sleepovers at my house and it became our usual thing (Leave College, Get drunk, Pass out in my bed/bathroom/floor wherever we landed) and I enjoyed every moment of it.Due to us spending nearly every day of the week together and most. A knee length pencil skirt covered the tops of her stockings; I knew they were hold-ups. I grinned to myself, feeling the hunger growing. My eyes raised a little higher, to her white, pleated blouse. She slid from the table. I noticed her top four buttons undone, beautifully showing off her smooth cleavage and red, laced bra. Her hair was loose, spilling over her shoulders and chest. It framed her eyes; there was a fire in her stare and a flush to her cheeks. She walked towards me; her hips,.