It turns out that at the age of 25, I just finished with my girlfriend, which made me pretty sad.It was a Saturday and I was coming from the work I ha...d on Saturdays, taught in a computer school in which my ex-girlfriend worked too; I returned home like every Saturday and I turned on the computer immediately opened the chat and entered the room of transvestites in the hope of finding something, and more than anything to fantasize since for some time I began to draw attention to the transsexual. Unable to hold back any longer I climbed on top of her and pressed my pussy up against hers, clit to clit and started to fuck her like a man would. Our first orgasms didn't take long to explode over us, I gripped her by her hair hard and kept humping her, really banging her and felt her place her heels on the bed to raise her arse to meet my thrusts. Orgasm after orgasm poured out of both of us, her cries driving me to new heights I'd never experienced with any man. Exhausted I finally flopped. I close my eyes and arch against him again, keeping him inside me and refusing to move back again until I’m ready. I hold him steady for a moment but I can feel him shaking above me and I know he’s at pains to keep from hurting me. I’ve never had a man who cares how I feel, whether I hurt or not.“Same as before, Sam,” I murmur, opening my eyes and tightening the walls of my channel about him. He grins at me and then pulls out before slamming back into me. He repeats the movement again and. What am I going to do?" As is my natural instinct, I took control of the situation. Facing Damini, I took her by both hands and said, "I have a king-sized bed and a nice big sofa in my room. You will stay on the sofa tonight. (I'm generous, not stupid) Now, where is your car? I will bring your things in." Turning to the desk clerk, I said. "Please have some extra bedding sent to my room." With her hands slightly trembling in mine, Dimini gazed into my eyes for a few seconds before saying her.