" here take my gloves, sorry there a little dirty from the farm but they r warm, i pulled them off and gave them to her. "thanks" "no prob" i replyed.... we were almost to the back door when she started to slip on a patch of ice and went to reach out for somethi g and caught ahold of my hand, i held on and lifted her back up before she could realy hit the ground." thanks im so sorry look i got ur pants wet with the slush, it makes no sence, slush here ice there! i HATE winter!" i quickly let go of. Angela got to my place about 7pm on the Saturday and we went into the kitchen to get a glass of wine. She was dressed up for a girlie night out wearing quite a short skirt which showed off her nice firm thighs and a sleeveless black tight fitting top that certainly showed off her 36DD breasts. It was almost a shame to take it off, knowing that we would soon be going out, but when she kissed me and her big breasts pressed against me I was unable to resist and peeled off her top and bra so I. But if she did initiate something, what did she want to happen? Out of the park now, she looked up, wondering where to go next, and her mind was instantly made up for her. Across the road, on the corner of a quiet intersection, was a seedy looking, dark blue-painted shop. Outside hung a simple sign: XXX, over 21s only. A sex shop! Where could be better? Without pausing to lose her nerve, Fay dashed over the road and pushed the door open, which quietly shut behind her. After the sunshine. I think it was her way of marking her territory. There seemed to me quite a few of us there that night. Tracie suggested we grab one of the couches out of the way of the public eye. I easily agreed. I was going to ask her more about herself but as we sat she began to kiss me again. She asked me between kisses if it was first time out, out and if it was first time with another CD/Transexual. I gave her a double yes and we continued to kiss. My hands roamed up her legs and I worked under her.