" She flung her hair back and prodded down at his chest with a stiff finger."No, not there! It tickles..." He's ticklish, Sal. Where's the best place ...to tickle him?" How would I know? I've never got that far with him. Not yet, at least. Try lower down." Down here?" No!" Lower! Down there!" Sally, no! Ethel!"Sally watched fondly as the lovers settled into a comfortable embrace, still joined beneath the sheet. "Can you manage a bacon sarnie in that position? What do you call that position,. Oh, my sweet Brucy, some right in, and I ran into his house to get out of the street, hoping no one would see me. Once inside I got a full view of his outfit, which was kind of old ladylike, he was dressed in a skirt, stockings, low heels, a white blouse with ruffles, large boobs, a wig, and makeup. I said, “when did you start dressing like this, I love your outfit.” He said, “when I was about 10 I got into my mom’s clothes and started getting off on dressing like a female.” I have been doing. I was certain Anne would bring up the open flirting and say it was making her uncomfortable. She didn't and that surprised me. What surprised me more happened in our room that second night. Not only did Anne let me have my way with her, she let me indulge in a fantasy involving her and one of the black men who served us drinks that evening. She never let me talk about my fantasies back home. I rubbed her clitoris as my story unfolded and she climaxed as I described his large cock pumping. This was one opportunity I was not going to miss. Away I went through the crowd trying to get to the girls who were already just about gone. By the time I reached the exit, they were already outside, out I rushed to find them walking into the same building I was staying in. What a stroke of luck! I can't believe I hadn't seen them before. I followed quickly behind them managing just to get the door before it closed behind them, and followed them upstairs, turns out they were one floor above.