Like I said bring the Mrs. Along if you want too.”Then Gina B put her blouse back on, grabbed a fresh glass of red wine, and walked out of my kitche...n.Not a minute later my wife entered the kitchen, asked where the hors d’oeuvres were, and rubbed my crotch. Then she asked, “Did Gina B do that to you? She is so fucking hot tonight that I want to get her in bed myself.”I smiled, kissed her and said, “I think I can arrange that if you are sincere.”She smiled and replied, “A few more of these drinks. They were as close to being friends as could be considering their occupations. One of my uncles' "associates" stopped me in the main restaurant and said that, at my "leisure", my uncle would like to introduce me to his "friend." While I didn't actually "drop everything" and come running, I didn't keep Uncle Vito waiting very long. (I do have an MBA, you know, I'm not exactly stupid.)I soon found myself being introduced to one of the most beautiful woman I ever saw. She was your typical. He welcomed me in, very clean house, polite and hot to boot. He grabbed some tea for us and we sat in the living room. He positioned across from me and asked what was up. I explained the situation with relative ease. I was shocked at how easy I talked about it. After I paused he took a deep breath and let it out. I will have a chat with him! I know it’s natural but he has to respect you and your daughter, period. He asked if there were any other concerns. No that’s enough and I giggled. I mean. In Japan I am what us called a “sister boy”. I Was Born a man ,but I,m more happy as a woman. Do you not think I,m pretty?” He replied in very good english “Are those Er bobbies fake or real then?” I referred to what appeared larger breasts than a usual Japanese which were quite apparent in the low cut dress “she” wore. “They are real! I have had hormone injections which makes them grow. Do you like them?” To show me she lowered her bodice to expose her small yet firm tits that looked quite.