The taste was on the sweet side, but no matter how fast I tried I couldn't drink it all. The pillow under my head felt like someone had dumped a pitch...er of water on it.Gramma's breathing slowed and she released the death grip on my knees. "God that reminds me of the old days", Gramma said between breaths.I replied. What was it you said about dad? She said she'd tell me later. Before I could get any more out of her she bent down and started sucking my cock. The thought and vision of my. She was dressed in an mid calf length silky black one piece dress with enough dip in the carefully white bordered front to conservatively display her generous D breasts which were lifted by a lace lined bra that peeked from the edges of her frontal V cut. Her hips were broad yet she was not fat. This was no ordinary black woman. She was a real lady. Her upper class Virginia heritage showed through in her accent, her educated language, her demeanor and body language. Her six foot two frame. Another reason why is because, back then my heart was kind of taken for another. She sat in the seat in front of me. I sometimes peeked at her butt cheeks and her panties playing peek-a-boo with my eyes as she sat down. I think she knew, too.In junior year, we had Spanish class together. Also, my best friend had that class with me as well. So, of course we raised hell. In one occasion, my best friend (Let’s call him Paul) and I were talking about girls when my friend looked back and said:. I heard her gasp as her eyes saw my erection through myskirt."That's right, honey, I'm a transsexual. My name was Daniel Petterson but a few years back I became a woman and changed my name to Danielle Patson," I explained. I unzipped my skirt at the back and let it fall to the floor. I stepped over it and stood inches away from Antoinette in black bra and knickers. Antoinette started to resist as I kissed her hard against the door and my hands started to roam over her body but she then loosened.