She went on one of the forums that she is a member of to check if she had gotten a response to one of her witty comments. As she was about to check he...r notifications, she noticed a post in the personal column. "Punching bag wanted"Her pussy twitched. She began imagining what that would entail. What type of person would want to do that? Would it be dangerous? She decided to test the waters. She clicked on the post and typed:"Looking for M or F?" She sent her response. Her mind raced with. I pretended to be asleep and just enjoyed the view. Jessica was stunning, she always had been. Her were egs spread and her open pussy just staring straight at me.I let my hand find it’s way down to my cock and I slowly stroked it, feeling it harden with every tug. I knew they couldn’t see my hand so I pulled the blanket off and let ‘The Sea Monster’ dangle in the cool salty air, slowly stroking as I eyed Jessica’s young, nubile body. I could feel my cock thicken and lengthen, slowly. What I wanted wasn't something on the side. This wasn't a 'lifestyle' - this was a change of life. No going back. I even adopted a new name, "Pepper." I had that tattooed on my left back shoulder. The problem was, there were almost no black men where I lived and I needed to be around them. Where to find them? Then it hit me. Prison. I quick search found that Detroit had the highest black population in the country. On weekends I began to take flights there to scout out locations, get what. "You slept with one, are you gay or what?" No I'm most definitely bi-sexual I mean after all the Lady boy had acock, but they are so stunning some are far more beautiful than thewomen out there and a lot more available," she went on. "Anyway I likewomen I like guys I like both," she said squeezing my arm.I tensed a bit. "Look its ok I'm not hitting on you, you're not my typeTracey or oh what is your real name anyway?" Michael," I said softly."Ok Tracey Michael you're not my type, well maybe.