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The Departure By MadQuill Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. I hope that the story isn't affect by the grammar errors. I'm sure there are some errors and I do care. Thank you for your comments. I was reviewing my Scotch purchase in Heathrow's Duty-Free zone prior to flying back to the States. Oban single malt whiskey here is less expensive and I knew my brother would enjoy receiving a bottle. As the checker handled the payment an old woman in a small powered riding-cart came too close to the woman standing close behind me and the next moment the blonde fell into me. I somehow turned and caught her as well as her bottle of Macallan. The driver of the cart didn't seem to notice that her action had an affect as she motored off. "Shoot, and thank you sir. I would have been struck by that old bitty," the woman said as I helped her. I now smiled seeing her face. She was a good-looking woman of about thirty with dark blonde hair held up by a clip and a pin. "It was remarkable that you caught both me and the bottle sir," she spoke with an American accent. Her soft curves hadn't helped me with the rescue as I had grabbed and caught her. Her travel wear was pants and a jacket but she wore a heeled shoe. "No issues Miss," I said and turned back to grab my receipt. I walked away toward my Gate with my phone distracting me. I missed that she was nearly behind me as I walked the long terminal passageways to the Airways Gate. Later when I had boarded the plane and was seated in the front cabin I saw that she was just behind in the comfort section. She smiled as she saw me. "I would like to fly that way to the States," she said talking over the few rows of empty seats, "and thank you again." I considered just allowing it to pass but smiled back and said, "I'm Ken Furr, expat from near Newark." She slipped back up the aisle a moment and extended her small delicate hand. The details I quickly enjoyed while holding her hand; the gold bracelets, the short cuff of her sleeve, the soft skin of her palm and her rose colored nails with medium tips her eyes excited me. She was quite beautiful. "Miranda Steven but I'm called Mira mostly. I'm from the Midwest Ken. Again thanks for that save back there." Now as I looked at her I saw what had attracted me. It was her smile that got me. She said, "Maybe I'll see you on the other side, of the Atlantic I mean." She turned and walked back several rows. She was seated about six rows behind me and she saw me watching as she settled herself. After three hours in the air I needed the WC but the upper cabin was still occupied. I walked quietly passed the sleeping passengers to use one at the plane's midsection. After my visit I opened the door and the opposite door contacted the door to my box as I opened it. I pulled the door back to allow the other passenger freedom to exit the opposite stall. As I started back I saw it was Mira. I watched her bottom sway as she moved quickly away. I walked a bit quicker up the aisle and reached to tap her shoulder, "Hello again." When I returned to my seat I considered the second encounter with the beauty from Kansas. We had spoken for fifteen minutes standing between the two cabins. She was lovely and told me of her travel to New York. We had agreed to meet later that evening for a drink. I entered her cellphone number and the address of her Hotel. My day the Manhattan was busy with the Chief of Finance regarding a deal I had been preparing. The eight hours of work wore me down. At five that afternoon I received a text and recalled the date we had arranged. When I walked into the Lobby bar of the Essex I didn't see Mira so I stood near the entry. After a few minutes a lovey and elegant woman approached. "Ken?" "Oh my god Miranda!" I stupidly was looking for her as I remembered her outfit on the plane. She was dressed to the nines with her long hair falling down her back. Her black dress had an open back, she was bra-less. She was now almost my height as I noted her high heels and legs as her dress stopped above the knee. When she lightly kissed my cheek I noted her scent, that new Chanel. I stepped back as she smiled and quickly took in the visage. She was a dream and I enjoyed her body for a few seconds. Her legs looked so sexy. I felt myself stir. "The suit and tie did nothing to help you evade my search Ken." Her touch on my arm caused me to get goose bumps. "I love your dress Miranda." I was smitten. As she moved ahead I got stiff. Miranda was quite sexy and I wanted to sleep with her immediately but I knew to be a gentleman and resisted my urge to play with her. "Come follow me. I was a little early and have a spot in the lounge." The waiter arrived just as we sat down. She had ordered a bottle of good French Pinot. Seeing the Village and the Latour name I didn't comment. I liked her taste instantly. She spoke of her legal work for Lloyds but at the Oxford office. "I tend to stay away from the City unless the boss pushes me. She manages the special division I'm with at the Bank. The firm allows me to use the firm's pied-de-terre near Saint Paul's when I have to visit the City office." I watched and listened but also enjoy the view of her lovely gams. The sexy nude hose' were exposed as she had shifted to reach for her phone. I saw the welt and the clasp. God I was hard just being near this woman. I explained that I was in a similar business but in Mayfair. My flat was on an upper level near Grosvenors Square. "I tend to get stateside almost once a month for a few days, hence the free seat upgrade. I wouldn't afford that bucket bed without the miles rewards." She was fun and easy to look at but we were both time-constrained. "My evening dinner can't be passed on Ken." She told me that she had only tomorrow in New York. I had to stay through Thursday. "Could I call you when I'm back in London Miranda?" Though we did speak on the phone during the following week our schedules didn't allow a second meeting that weekend. During the next few weeks we got to know one another as we spoke every few days. I considered alternatives since Oxford was close and I wanted to spend more time with this lovely woman. "Maybe I could get the mid-afternoon train on Friday Ken?" she asked a week later. I suggested that I had a car for Friday. "I have a meeting in Luton at Noon so I could meet you for dinner in Oxford?" She agreed but offered a restriction. "Ken, so long as we're honest about the date. I can't take you to my place quite yet. Maybe I'm a prude but can we just have dinner and wait to see how you come to like and understand me better?" I told Mira that I understood, "I can still adore you, I mean being with you and looking at you Miranda. That is reasonable right?" She giggled into the phone. "Looking is okay, for now, no touching too much Ken." So we had a great time that Friday and I had found a cheap room for the night. I masturbated that evening recalling her shorter alluring dress. I hadn't dated many women who chose to wear hose' and I recalled as I watched her dress slipped to expose her bare skin of her upper thigh. It had nearly pushed me over. She hadn't been aware that I had witness the show. The following week she seemed to be more comfortable with me as we spoke by phone. The third week of our relationship and we still had only kissed! I had no interesting in rushing her but the distance and her reserve were both causing my aching. There wasn't a mystery only some reserve regarding foreplay and petting. I wanted her but wondered if she was teasing me. She brought it up the following evening. "Ken you and I have something now that we could call a relationship but I need to see you to discuss how we can move it to a new level." I told her I could travel Friday for a weekend stay in Oxford but she asked me to get a hotel suite in downtown. I opened the browser as we talked. "On-line I see a room at the Parsonage Mira. They have a very, " She interrupted me, "A good dinner menu and wine list Ken. Perfect choice." She told me that she would wear something interesting. "And we can talk about us Ken." I sensed that there was a bit of a secret in her voice but I was excited for Friday to arrive. I was at my office in London on Tuesday afternoon when the text arrived: 'I'm in London tonight Can we meet at the George for a drink?' The Pub was near and I agreed. I arrived a few minutes early and waited at the Bar. When I saw the door open I knew something was up. She seemed anxious but still we kissed lightly and moved to a quiet corner. Miranda was wearing tight jeans and tall heels and her blouse was nearly translucent. I could see her lacy brassiere clearly. She didn't look dressed for office work. As she moved ahead slightly I enjoyed her wide hips and curves but also her cleavage when she turned to sit at the small table. She seemed to be purposely exposed. Her makeup was bit bold as well and she wore her long blonde hair in a tail with loose locks dropped from the side of her head. She looked quite striking. As we sat she told me that she had traveled to talk with me. We talked of the week's news and small unimportant stuff as we enjoyed the wine. "I think," she started to say but stumbled. We had ordered another glass of wine. Then she turned to look down at her nails as she spoke, "No I know Ken that this news may cause a scene but I have decided to share it here rather than on Friday." I tried to take her hand for she was clearly upset. Though mine was near across the table she moved hers a bit back. "I need you to carefully listen and try to hold back any comments or anger Ken. I have some history that you deserve to know about. Before you," she paused again and fidgeted slightly. "Ken I know you are looking for a lover and possibly a woman to share a life with. I am not trying to push you away but what you spoke of on the phone yesterday caused me a mess, an emotional wreck, " She was crying softly now. "And I just want, no I need to tell you-" She pulled her hanky free of her bag as she continued quietly, "I am a transgender woman." I heard the words but I took a moment to recognize what this meant but then thought holy shit. I resisted pulling away from her hand. I didn't express anything as I was in shock. My eyes were looking at her but she had covered her nose as she cried. I hoped my quietness didn't cause her additional anxiety. She had completely misled me but as I sat I wondered if I had pushed to hard. Holy fuck, this beautiful girl was telling me what? I somehow did take her fingers slightly but I then slowly turned away to see whether anyone else might have heard her. Without looking at her I whispered, "My god Miranda, it is a outrageous thing to say." Then I turned back realizing that she had started to stand. "No, please, don't, please Mira." And she sat back down but on the edge of the chair. Looking at her I saw the makeup smearing as she quietly cried. She wiped her nose and eyes. "But this is of course wildly surprising as you have imagined," I said with a quiver in my voice. I let go of her hand as I considered what the fuck I should do or say. "Miranda, you, well it's just that you are beautiful, and, wow. Really?" She somehow knew I wasn't going to leave so she reached and squeezed my hand again and looked to my eyes. She wanted to stay right here. The second wine seemed to appear and I reached and took a big drink. Looking at her as she cleared her eyes again I saw her start to speak but just looked at her. I wondered what this might mean; the fact that I was still seated across from her. I pondered to myself if this moment was real. I had fallen for a guy who dressed as a woman? She spoke of her transition history, the surgeries, and the ridicule when she came to the conclusion that she liked men. She also talked of her being so obliviously female so as to never cause a question. "But being alone too Ken, having no one to come home to." Then she paused. A moment later she said, "I wanted to be your girl Ken that first evening in New York." I considered that history and knew in my heart that I had wanted her then as well. Then Miranda said, "I need you to know that I have a penis Ken." I just kept listening as this thought banged around my head. I had tumbled into love with a woman who had a dick. She cried softly as I held her hand. How should I act toward her with this news? "But wait Miranda, you felt I could handle this news so that is why we're sitting here in a public house and-" "No Ken, I wanted to have some protection in case you went off on the news. You-" "didn't," I completed her words. "I didn't Miranda, but I think that I do need some time to comprehend the us, the relationship. This is the news you spoke of the other day?" She nodded. We sat quietly for some minutes but my hand had moved away from hers. I wanted to say to her that even now I could not imagine that she had been born a male. I tried to see Miranda with a penis but it just couldn't be. She felt something was going on and she shifted her chair closer. Whispering, "My penis is normal Ken, but small now." I looked at her without speaking as I was thinking of her statement. Then she said, "I am more of woman then many girls and I want you to be with me Ken." The evening surprised had me confused. My mind wanted to leave but I also didn't want her to be hurt by me. I reached and touched her fingers lightly. "Don't let me cause you hurt Miranda. I'm still processing the news. Yet one look at your face makes me not believe your statement." I stood and slowly moved back a step. "This may be sad for you. I need to leave to consider the information you have just provided Miranda. I can't quite imagine this right now but I promise to think of you okay?" I turned leaving her. In the refection of the glass door I could see her, with her head down, but I needed some distance. As I walked to the bus stand I considered how she must have felt. She had shared with me the intimate details of her last five years. I got on the upper level of the bus and rode to the end of the line. It was late when I returned to Mayfair and got a beer from the frig and sat down to consider my situation. Having a beautiful woman tell me this news had not caused me to leave. It was my need to consider the act of sex with a person who happened to have a penis yet looked, acted and smelled feminine. That night with the computer running information at my brain I read for hours and looked at women known as transgender male to female. One transwoman from Brazil truly shocked me. Her long hair was darker then Miranda's but her body might be identical. The way this woman carried herself reminded me of Miranda but 'Carla' had a penis too. ?ngela was another woman you would have fooled any guy. But all that matter little. I had to deal with the attraction and her gender, her sex. I had never considered a woman like this prior to today. In fact it is fair to say I would never have thought of sex with a transgender woman if Miranda had not proposed such a thing. She wants me to sleep with her and she knew weeks ago that I would have difficulty with this. I recalled that I had initiated the relationship, back in New York. I had asked her out, asked for her number. I had pursued her not the other way around. She did resist each date but I hadn't picked up any 'tells' as I now knew. Then I realized that actually she had prevented this by the very nature of her presentation and the act of her femininity. That she was female not a male may be but she hadn't found an earlier opportunity to enlighten me. Late near two I found on-line a story or really a nearly daily description of one woman's transition since 2012. Kayla wrote, "The fact that I'm transgender does not make me less of a woman." The girl's story was similar to Miranda. Both had successfully transitioned early. I wondered if I would ever come to see her as beautiful and female now. I had made two snapshots of Mira back a week ago and now I studied them. She looked only feminine. She didn't have any maleness in her appearance. Of the women I had discovered on-line to be transgender a few had some male characteristic but several didn't. These were babes in every way. I eventually went to bed but didn't sleep well. In the middle of the night I awoke due to the glow from the CPU screen. A beautiful transwoman was looking up at me. She was sitting against a glass wall with her breasts exposed. I stiffened and within seconds came all over my hand. She was just a glamorous girl, a pinup for my late night release. I cleaned up and went back to try and sleep but I lay thinking of the girl I had left this evening at the pub. Her head was why I had fallen for her. Having a brain and a successful world of her own made her attractive yet I had reduced her to the level of this pinup. It was all about sex? In the morning I couldn't go to the office. I rung and told them I would be out today. I considered that it was me that had to reconcile the idea of being with a woman who didn't have a pussy. Miranda had told me about her body because she wanted me to know that she felt complete even with the genitals she was born with. Several of the stories I read were written by women who had had their sex altering surgeries. I even found a Ted-Talk where one woman detailed how important her sex change was to the world. By noon I had begun to consider my walking out as rude and impolite. I began to dial her cell but stopped. I would need to respect Miranda first and then to adjust my own issues as she was real and here. A week later I still thought of Miranda each day but there was a wound of some kind in my head. I had fallen for another guy? I try to find a perspective different than this but each time it failed. She maybe beautiful and uniquely feminine but she had the sex organs of a male. It was easier after the day I stayed home but now eight days had past and I missed Miranda. Except every time I consider her genitals. Then I would wake up. I needed a distraction but I couldn't dial the phone number of any of the three girls I had dated over the past months. It would take me time to realize why. As the days passed I came to see that it was appropriate for me to consider this completely new situation carefully. But I was also in a kind of mourning for our lost love and my own lust. I now realized it was her responsibility to speak to me. She had acted properly. Now I had an opportunity to consider her and me independently. I had to move away from her but each day I spent more time building my awareness of her world and those who decided to be unique and female. After ten days I had begun to see her differently. After nearly two weeks of consideration it seemed to me that Miranda's transition was ultimately a creative act. Then I saw a video in honor of Bowie's passing: 'the stars are out tonight' In the video the director seems to re-cast Bowie through four androgynous gender roles of the other characters to the point where Bowie was looking at the girl playing him from an earlier period. This freedom to chose one's direction illustrated by the video allowed me a perspective on Miranda's changing gender. I began to see her as a new normal rather than the response of hysteria I might have allowed a few weeks ago. Still having anal sex was on the table. I kept reminding myself of her by looking at the snaps on my phone. She was a woman not a guy now. I almost jump on the train to Oxford but the idea was irrational. The nights were too long. I considered my options and dial her number three times only to click the call dead before it engaged. At three in the morning I awoke again and decided it was my will but not my duty to reach out to her; to call her. The phone rang for some moments but she answered. Miranda's anguish: As a transwoman I had feelings too. Ken hadn't been off-color or inappropriate but I wanted something more when he left. I knew I might never see him again and that upset me. We hadn't been together sexually but I felt something loving in his heart. I was very attracted to him. I had not dated but two men during the past two years since my breast augmentation surgery. The hormones had been helpful but the implants were part of me now. Each of my previous dates had ended badly when I explained my gender history and neither had been to bed with me so I was a kind of virgin. I had felt Ken was singular. He was generous and tender and I had allowed the dating to start knowing I would have to tell him soon. My best girlfriend Adria had told me she felt that he was still interested in me. She had sensed that Ken was different. Her and I had been lovers several years ago after our doctor had introduced us. The romance faded as I became aware of my curiosity in men. Having someone to share the transition had been quite helpful for both of us. She was more like a sister now. Adria had completed her reassignment surgery twelve months ago. As I lay thinking of my future without my friend and lover, without Ken I considered what Adria had suggested; an alternate plan. She had suggested that I reach out to him soon, maybe even tomorrow. It had been two weeks. The text I would send would simply ask him to suspend his judgment for a few days and see if my feminine self could fill his imagination. As these thought came I realized it was a imprudent idea. He had to decide to be with me. Nothing prepares a man to easily sleep with a transgender woman. He might only see us as two gay males not a couple and I was no longer a guy nor was I gay in my brain. I was a woman, a female. Adria was upset but as we reviewed the possible fallout she agreed. Now the phone rang late in the night and Miranda knew it was me as she picked up her cell. I had hesitated to make the call and now I considered hanging up. "Ken are you okay?" Miranda said when she saw the number on the screen. I didn't speak easily at first. "Miranda I needed to hear your voice. To be certain that what happen the other night had, " I paused, "No it is more then just a call to check on you and the past days have been difficult." I heard her crying softly. "But you did call Ken. You thought of me just as you said you would." "I couldn't sleep Miranda. I cannot explain how I'm feeling but I wanted you to know I was thinking of you." She said, "That is good news Ken and now we both may sleep. Goodnight." She hung up the phone. We would talk when we were next together. I knew I would see her soon. Then my text rang: 'I'm in London' I crawled into the bed and thought of how I could see her but I was tired and slept. It was after nine when I awoke. Being late to work would not be an issue but I did have a load of meetings after twelve so I didn't have a moment to consider Miranda. Miranda couldn't sleep easily after the call from Ken. She hadn't mentioned her friend Adria to Ken as of yet. She didn't feel she should share her friend's world without Adria's consent. Now though so late Miranda called her friend and told her of Ken's call. "I am so glad he called you and even better that you called me, even at this hour Mira. I told you he was special." At four that afternoon I finished my meetings and considered how I might re-introduce myself to Miranda. I felt I had to do something to wipe out the evening at the George Pub. I hadn't figured how I might be with her as of yet but maybe I could just let it happen. I had learned that we both want the same things and everyone wants to be loved. I was going to see if I could love Miranda. Then I got an idea and texted Miranda: 'can you get dressed and meet me back at the George this evening?' Then the text came back: 'r u sure?' Then quickly I responded: 'yes one hour, five at the pub okay?' I had to shave and I called for a cab. The traffic was lighter than normal and I was at the Public House within thirty minutes. I ordered a half-pint while I waited for her to arrive. I stood watching a football match when I heard a familiar voice. I did not turn toward the voice. "Kenny, is that you?" It was Samantha, a girlfriend of my office buddy. She was in some kind of fashion gig and always seemed to be looking for attention. As she stood to my left I turned and acted surprised. She was with another fashion bitch and the two looked enticing but superficial as well. We talked but as the time passed I tried to shoo them away. "Samantha, I'm meeting a friend and she is not ready for your level of chatter. Can I excuse myself? Certainly Carl would love you home about now, right?" "I punted him weeks ago. I happen to be unattached Kenny." Just as she cozied closer to my side I heard the door open and glimpsed Miranda at the door in the mirror behind the bar. "There's my date girls," but when I turned I saw the door closing and didn't see Miranda. She must have bolted seeing these two leggy bitches at my side. I quickly ran to the street to see her moving toward a cab. "Miranda, wait!" But she was opening the door. I ran quickly just to grab the door handle. "Can you stop?" I asked the driver to give us a moment as I pushed a fiver into the slot. "Why did you flee?" "I saw you Ken. Those girls were having a time. They were loving your company." I panted, "but they're just old friends, actually friends of a friend. I was awaiting your arrival not spending my time chasing their tails." That didn't come out properly. "Miranda, let me explain, " "You were trying to humiliate me?" I got in the cab and gave him my address as I looked at the woman whom I wanted to spend the evening with. She was dressed in a white woolen blouse and a dark leather skirt that stopped just above her knee. She had worn the sexiest heels I had ever seen; leopard print platforms with a golden clasp. I knelt on the floor of the bouncing cab and took her hands into mine. "We need to spend the evening pushing away the wrong ideas that caused us these minuscule issues when we were last with each other Miranda. I am here because I want to try and be with you." I kissed her hand, "You look wonderful Mira." "Maybe now to your eyes, but what about tomorrow, the next week or in a month Ken?" She was anxious. The evening could be used to re-establish the feelings we had rather than jumping into bed. I suggested that we just have dinner. She could visit my flat when she had more confidence in me. "Let's try the new Mediterranean restaurant in the Garden," she had read a recent review. We stopped the cab so that we could walk and discuss the news from two weeks of being away from each other. She did most of the talking. "When I think back I recall wanting to pass as female and working hard to get to that stage. In some situations it was a constant balancing act and I worried that I might not look passable. But I kept working at the details so that I felt I was getting it right and wasn't read. I worked at keeping myself safe and stayed proud of who I was." - - - - - - - - - - Miranda somehow resisted her urge to speak of her girlfriend Adria and the support she provided during their difficult transition. She felt it could spoil their evening, a distraction for the real need was to just be together again with Ken. Then she recalled the image Adria had shot of her standing naked. She handed her phone to him. "It's an image of me from several months ago," Miranda said quietly. Ken looked the image and then released her hand so he could look carefully at the photo. There she was, naked and wearing her hair up. His eyes saw her breasts first, perfect. Then Ken looked at the small little penis and the landing strip of tight hair above her wide hips. She spoke softly, "My breasts are natural and so is my figure; the hormones have been helpful." He squinted slightly as he zoomed into the groin area. "It's small Ken but it is a penis," she whispered. He looked at the well-made photo and asked, "Who shot this photo?" Now Miranda had to have an answer, "A girlfriend, Adria." Ken didn't seemed interested in her statement beyond the word 'girlfriend'. She knew she would eventually explain Adria's and their love affair but it could wait. She took the phone back as Ken kissed her lovingly. He said, "You are an amazingly beautiful woman Miranda." - - - - - - - - - - - I remembered a good wine bar near the Opera House. As we talked we decided to stay for a meal as well. After we had enjoyed the wine and dinner Miranda proposed an alternative. "I have a comp for a hotel nearby Ken. We could see how it goes, you know, without, well what do you think?" We checked in and found the simple room. Mira used the toilette while I relaxed and considered what I had read about sleeping with a transgender person. Not all women want to have anal sex and I had only done it once with a steady girlfriend. Sheila had initiated the butt play early in our relationship and eventually we did have anal. She was always playing with my ass but she never suggested wanting to peg me. I was certain I didn't want that from Miranda and she had implied that she had erectile issues. Miranda had shared with me her previous experiences with two men that didn't end well. I didn't see an issue as she was a per-operative transgender woman and I now only saw her as a girl. "So you have done some homework Ken?" Miranda had asked when we had rode the Lift to the room. This would be a special night for both of us. It would be her and my first encounter with another penis in bed but she had cleared the idea of anal intercourse. To her this was a very special night. She stepped into the shower while I settled on the bed and undressed. I laid down on my hip and could see her vaguely due to the glazed shower room. I moment later I heard the water stopped. I relaxed while waiting for her to dry and prepare. I had gotten passed the 'does this make me gay' question and the genitalia fear most men might have being with a trans-woman. I identified as heterosexual even now as I heard Miranda knock lightly to indicate she was ready. "Remember Ken I think you are wonderful and we are both here because we desire each other. Are you really ready for me Ken? You are the only man who has gotten this close to my nakedness." "Miranda I want you." The bath door opened and I saw her in her soft lacy lingerie smiling at me. We both knew we were going somewhere new but together. I had never been a bit queer but after dating for nine years and never finding someone feminine and smart and sexy I was ready to explore Miranda's body. "Come to the bed Miranda. I think we both need this." She stepped toward the bed and looked at me, "You have a nice body Ken. Can I touch you?" "You are beautiful Miranda and of course." She took a few steps and then turned while she reached to her shoulders and dropped her slip. As she began to turn around to release her bra and I mumbled. "Can I do that please?" She turned toward me and smiled, "Sure Kenny." I stood and hugged her and I felt her body touching my chest as my fingers released the clasp at her back. But I held her and we kissed. "Now Ken," she said and moved away as the bra slipped off. I stepped back and saw her breasts and moaned to myself. Then she posed and I noticed the hose and her black thong. She was flat where I had expected to see a penis. I almost said something but she shushed me with a finger to my lips. "Sit there honey," she soft said. Her heels were quiet on the carpet as she moved and then straddled my lap and as she placed her hands on my shoulders she lower to sit on me. I still didn't feel her member but was distracted as she pushed her right breast to my mouth. "I am all yours now Ken. My body needs to be with you honey, ohh, " she moaned as I kissed her breast nipping her nipple and caressing her back. Miranda pushed my open shirt off of my shoulders and rubbed my chest. "I like your downy hair Ken." She was quietly enjoying the attention I gave her body but words weren't necessary. I gently held her against me and enjoyed feeling her nipples against my chest. I knew she felt my hardness growing as it pressed against the fabric of her thong. "You do want to be with me Ken," and her body moved up slightly and she seemed of grow more confident. She knew she had aroused me as she snuggled against my chest and I felt her hardened nipples touching me. My hands were cupping her bottom and I pulled her into a kiss filled with our passion. Her mouth received my tongue as I played my fingers downward along her butt cleft. She responded to my tongue and touch as she slid about on my hard prick. "I think I'm ready for you Ken," she whispered into my ear as she moved slightly and I felt my penis on her skin between her legs. She still worn her thong but had positioned it to allow my body to touch her ass. "Can you be ready Miranda?" I asked in surprise. "Baby I have been practicing this for weeks. I want you in my body Ken. The thought of your hard cock at my tight little hole has me so hot." I moment later she reached back as she moved upward a bit. She held my penis still as she adjusted our position. "Your penis is so hard Ken!" I felt the head of my dick move to the opening and her body seemed to part and pull me inside. She kissed me as I was now still but inside of her. "It's the lube and yes I am ready." Then as we kissed she slowly slipped down fully onto my hard dick. She looked into my eyes as her warm ass covered me and she kissed me as she hit my thighs. "God yes Ken this is what I have wanted. Your hardness inside of me." She sat atop me and continued to kiss me. I marveled on the heat within her bottom. This wasn't anything like my previous episode with butt sex. She had prepared and could easily handle my penis. Her kisses never paused as she moved her body on mine. "Let me fuck you Ken. I want to control our lovemaking this one time honey." She moved off of my hips as my penis slipped from her butt. "I could only imagined now good you would feel Ken. Oh my, " Mira reached to re-position me. She slid her body down slightly atop my penis tip and held us there. "I want to use my body's tight ring to explore your cock Ken," she slipped down a little more. "And I enjoy the fat thickness of you. Ohh! my god!" She took the stiff shaft back to my hips. "Ken you fill me so nicely honey. Nothing prepared me for how wonderful you feel deep within me." She stayed still and I moved to caress her breasts. "There is a magic feeling my penis has never experienced Miranda." I said as we lightly kissed. I held her atop my legs as we hugged. Then she just started this motion. Her hips moved slightly side to side but my dick stayed deep in her bottom. I said, "Is this now you will fuck me Mira?" She held me close as she hummed softly into my ear. Whispering, "I can tell you this, this makes me feel magnificent Ken. Fucking you, slowly atop you." She shifted to move up and down a bit. Her heels were allowing her lift her hips. "I'm fucking you Ken. My body feels how hard you are. I think I love this," she paused. "I know I love this. We are so close right now." I held her near to me and her breasts rubbed on my chest. Mira then began to hump me and the stimulation seemed to cause something to happen to her. I saw her close her eyes as I moved back a bit and watched her breasts moving slowing up and down. "Ahh, Ken!" But she was still controlling our loving. "Ken! Oh my god! " I reached to hold her about the back as she moved up and down on my hard cock. "God yes, I love how deeply you are getting inside my body. Banging me, you will be, " She stopped speaking as now she increased the pace of her fucking. She moved up and down but also rolling her hips atop me. "I want you to fill my cunt with your juice Ken. Come and fill me up!" I now felt her little dick as the moist release hit my belly. "Ken, oh yes, oh yes honey. You have made me a woman Ken," I felt more of her release as she continued to fuck me. "Now Ken fuck me hard!" I saw her open her eyes, "Fuck me honey. Fill my hole up. Love me!" She was still controlling the pace as she held my shoulders but I was also thrusting now as I held her by the arms. "Look honey. I have cum all over us." But I was now concentrating and my eyes were closed. My orgasm was here and I pushed into Miranda's ass deeper and cried out as I shot into her. "Fucking, Fuck, ahhh, god amazing, tight!" I screamed. Miranda now hugged me as my cock spasmed inside her. As now she kissed me and I knew something was different. She probed my mouth as if she was fucking me with her tongue. Her passion and been strong prior to her orgasm but now she wanted more of me. "Ken I need you to fuck me again. And again, again please," she moaned between kissing me. "I love how you have filled me," she said as her hand reached back. I wondered what she was after. I saw her fingers covered in my semen as she moved back and allowed the juice to drip into her mouth. "Something to share with you, my lover," she kissed me and I tasted my own cum for the first time. Though we had just coupled she hugged me and shifted off of my lap. I watched her smile as she bent to kiss my softening penis. "You will enjoy this Ken," as she began to fellate my limp dick. She didn't wait as her fingers ran up my softening penis. I didn't close my eyes as she moved her mouth lower and I felt her nipples on my thigh just as her moist lips touched my body. "I'm out for you Ken. This body and mine can find joy." She teased her tongue along the edge of the purple soft head of my penis. I watched her as she licked and wrapped her tongue about my softness. She looked up and her eyes smiled almost saying 'fuck me' every few moments. I relaxed and leaned back and enjoyed the minutes until she had stimulated me to stiffen. "That's a good boy. I want you to fuck my juicy hole again." She moved to lie across the bed edge as I looked at her bottom framed by the straps holding her hose'. She had her fingers at the rim of her bottom teasing herself. The semen was smeared about the rippled tissue. She moaned for me. "Come closer Ken and rub your hard cock on my hole please." I stood near enough to have the helmet caress her when she pushed back forced my entry into her body again. The warmth made me realize I would never tire of this. Her tight little butt moved about and I slipped further into her. "Is this better Ken?" she purred. "Do you like my tight butt doggie better?" I saw that she was looking back at me with a grin as I entered deeply and watched my cock move into her with her ass framed by the suspender tabs holding her hose'. "I hope to see that someday," she meant the penetration of her body. I assumed she would never see the penetration so I looked about. "Wait a moment," but I couldn't reach my phone. I withdrew and she cried, "Get back into me Ken, please." I had the phone camera set as I stepped to her and pushed my helmet again inside but slowly. She saw me making the video and giggled softly. "A big fat dick inside my bottom again!" As I reached her thighs and filled her I paused and handed her the phone. "Oh my that is beautiful Ken." She dropped the phone to the sheets as I shifted to further move inside her. She again started to roll her hips back and forth as I pushed in. She felt so good. "Fuck me lover," she hissed. I was free to control the action and increased the tempo. The stimulation on the tube of my cock was out of this world. "Ken is fucking Miranda doggie style," she meowed. My cock was now hitting her tight muscles perfectly and I was worried I would come before she could orgasm. "Just so good Honey, fuck my bottom!" she moaned as she turned to look into my eyes. I could tell she was loving this. "Oh, ahh, aahhh, Miranda your tight hole if fucking, is fuck " I sighed loudly as my hands reached to hold her breasts. Her hand moved to touch her tiny penis just as I started to move faster. "My, my lover, my Kenny, fuck me!" she whined as she stimulated herself. My climax was near and she clasped her ass hard to trap my fat cock. Just then she shook as she came and I felt her shoot her small amount of seed as she quivered with my cock still pushing into her. I shifted to a spoon position and was entering her more aggressively now. As I reached to caress her breasts I exploded. "Oh yes Miranda, I love fucking you!" This was a new joy. My cock was trapped in her butt and I came strongly. As I tried to clear my skull I wondered how I had missed this before. Then I asked Mira if she could feel the jet hit her insides. "God yes Ken!" I was glad that we were spooned for I fell asleep. The pause was an exhaustion but I was full of joy as well. We lay still for a few minutes and my penis slipped from her body. When I awoke I felt her hand between us. She was cupping her hand at her bottom with a purpose. "That was mind-blowing Miranda," but she moved and smiled at me as I rolled to the side. "Not enough though Ken." I watched as she bent to kiss my dick again as she spread the spunk I had released. She was covering my dick with my semen. "Now you can enter me backward, I mean, reverse okay?" I gradually realized that Miranda was not done. I had a sex-focused lover and I craved more of her too. Her fingers glided down my tube but continued to my anus. Her fingers rimmed the opening and she slipped her small finger inside me. I immediately began to harden again and she pointed me into her body while standing in her high heels. "I want to do the fucking myself Ken," she purred as she moved above my semi-hard dick. "You ready honey?" Miranda moaned as she pushed me into her passage again. Up and down on my now hard prick Miranda moved as I tried to concentration. I had never used this position but now I reached to embrace her and my fingers play with her nipples as my arms came about her. I saw she had her little penis between her fingers as she was moving to fuck us. "You felt good in me the first time Ken. The second was amazing when I felt the semen fill me. But now you are all mine and I'm going to fuck you senseless!" I kissed her neck as I dropped my hands to feel her small penis. "Let me bring you off Mira," I asked. My dick was deep inside her when she came again. The release wasn't important but her shaking body firmly trapped my cock and I came seconds later. "Love me Ken, fuck my body!" Miranda screamed as she released onto my fingers. I felt the cum oozing from her body, "Yes Mira." My third shot may have been smaller but the successive sex meant that her bottom was full and in this position gravity caused the fluid to drip onto my thighs and her hose' and down to her heels. We rolled to the side and held each other and we slept. "Ken, its near morning and I need to get to the flat to prepare for an important meeting at nine. Can we still see each other on Friday?" I hugged her but said, "I may not leave your side Miranda. I've been swept away and know how the next weeks and month must be." I wanted to travel back to Oxford with her later tonight but she had a busy day Thursday. - - - - - - - - - Miranda called her girlfriend Adria from the train back to Oxford. After she heard of the evening Adria asked Mira, "And was he gentle and," but Mira interrupted her. "I didn't want him just a little Adria. I wanted him to fuck me again and again. It was glorious!" Miranda described the evening for her friend in detail. Adria asked, "Are you sore Mira?" - - - - - - - - - The following weekend we spent at the Parsonage in downtown. Miranda met my train and we enjoyed the three nights together. During the time together I explained my family history and she told me all of the details of her transition and how unsupportive her family was. On Sunday I caught the seven o'clock evening train back to London. "Don't worry Ken. I'll meet Adria later for supper. I'll be fine but I will miss you honey," she said as we kissed on the station platform. She had told me of her friend Adria at lunch. I asked, "When do I meet this friend since she seems to be very close? She made the picture of you naked right?" She told me that Adria had been called to Chester for a weekend meeting but would return that evening. "Yes, we are quite close Ken. She would have insisted on meeting you if she was in Oxford. You know that she had no doubt that you would reach out for me Ken." "I like her already," I said as I kissed Miranda goodbye and boarded. - - - - - - - - - Several months later we were sitting together discussing the plan of our wedding. "So when I told you I would love a small," I understood what she was asking me to accept and said so. "You want to keep it very small, okay and I agree Mira." She had wanted to hold off my proposed wedding until the summer. She wanted a simple wedding but she did insist on a white dress and no guests. I didn't want my older brother to travel either. The rift with her family was deep she had told me that she may would never see them again. "I have no need to have others share the day with us. A justice and the witness are all, okay?" I knew that Adria would be there and serve as the witness. We had spent the two months arranging my new position in Oxford and now we had purchased a flat. Her sexuality had continued to blossom since that first night. Miranda loved to make love and she was open to new ideas or positions. The first week in the new apartment the sex bed wedge was delivered. I saw the package and asked about it. "We will try this over the Honeymoon weekend Ken." She was becoming the lead in our sexual adventures. Last month the round tube cushion arrived. She would lie across this thing and I would lick her ass for hours. I asked her about the bed furniture. "I was introduced to the cushion by Adria." She had told me of their love affair that first weekend in Oxford. Her girlfriend had become my friend and I enjoyed Adria's complicated view of the world. She was a Professor but also owned and managed a salon. Miranda look forward to her weekly visit and I enjoyed seeing my lover after the salon's magic. The team Adria had put together was second to no salon in the region or possibly London. "She brought the first red tube into our relationship. Adria taught me to enjoy being worshiped Ken. 'A Queen on her throne' is now she described it." Mira had told me that Adria's sexuality was still bisexual though she prefers women. "Adria was an amazing lover and I'm the beneficiary of her attention as are you. You are nearly her equal as an oral lover Ken." That seemed right. A woman loving another woman surely knew more about oral stimulation. Mira had showed me how to please her body while stimulating my mind. She loved playing dress-up for me. Last weekend she wore a latex outfit to bed and several weeks earlier she had dressed as a french maid. "You have loved licking and loving my body Ken. You are a great oral lover too." It was certainly true that I had become adept at kissing my fianc?. - - - - - - - - - The wedding plan was simple and Miranda had work to finalize all of the details for the next weekend. "Really, I just need enough time to have the Judge say her words, we will smile and have a few photographs made. Then we will retire to make love all afternoon and night Ken." The place she had hired was an older manor house near the college. It served as a high-end bed and breakfast. The fee for the whole house was nearly a fifteen hundred quid per night and we had contracted for the weekend. A staff maid would handle all the other details. She had told me early on, "My family isn't going to travel for this day since I am dead to them and I am pretty certain you don't want your brother near us that day correct?" she had said when we first discussed marriage. So we had our vows and a piece of cake with a chap making several beautiful photographs. My brother still didn't know Miranda was a transwoman and I felt her secret was really both of ours now. She made a great salary and had a clear legal mind. She was mine now and forever. As the door closed and the Judge and photographer left Miranda asked Adria, "Well was it beautiful?" "Yes Mira, and small. Now I feel like the third wheel. You will have the place to yourselves in a few minutes." She kissed Miranda. Full on the lips I noted. "Ken, I think Mira is so lucky to be with you. You will take care of her like a Queen, for me please?" I suggested that she had been involved with that. "She was your Queen first Adria." She chuckled softly. "But I did not come with the correct equipment big boy." I kissed my friend softly on the cheek as she pulled her shawl about her small body. Where Miranda was medium in height Adria was short and small boned. Her nearly five-inch heels were her compensation. At the door she surprised me as she turned and then grabbed my crotch, "You will take good care Ken. She desires this," and then she kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue pushed my lips open and I let her french kiss me. It was quite intimate and shocked me. I looked at Mira but she just smiled. She turned to Miranda, "He will do Mira." I did not know what to make of this but quickly re-focused on Miranda as the door had shut softly. She came over to me and reached to remove my belt. "Do we make love here or on the stair honey?" So it began. Our marriage. I watched as she lifted the hem of her white dress to expose her specially made thong gaff with a beautiful lace and rhinestones. I saw her sexy legs and the elegant suspender holding her hose'. As I bent to kiss her sex she pulled my face to her body and her lace dress and the slips wrapped about me. "God yes Ken, there is my lover, forever kissing me." My fingers traced up her hose' covered legs and slipped between the cheeks of her smooth bottom. As my fingers came to her opening I found she was plugged and I whispered, "What the fuck?" She moaned as I turned the small protruding stone. "I thought we needed to mark this day's events as very different from our first time Kenny. My bottom is all yours. Lick me and remove the toy please." I was surprised by this new toy and turned her while her dress and slips still covered my head. "But after you remove it I want to place it inside of you Ken. I want to see how well to you stay hard as you fuck me to many orgasms tonight." So with my tongue I licked all about the toy in her ass and it easily slipped from her body. I saw it was a small device and as she pulled the slip and dress fabric free of my head I saw her smiling and her out stretched hand. "Please Ken?" I stood and Mira kissed me. She removed my cravat and slowly unbuttoned my skirt. I held the plug close and she paused to lick the steel device. "I taste sweet Ken." As she dropped my boxers she bent to her knees and licked my hardness. "I want you to stay like this all night sweetie." Then she turned me and licked at my butt for a few moments. "The toy please." I saw her hand and passed the warm object to her. I watched as she again licked the metal surface while looking into my eyes. She looked intent as her fingers positioned the probe at my backdoor but her eyes were still on me. I felt the opening spread slightly and then my body pulled it into me without her forcing it. She returned to sucking my cock. "Let's move to the stair honey?" she asked and we did so but I was now naked and she was still wearing her dress and heels. I eased her down to the third carpet-covered step and lifted the white hem. Beneath her damp gaff her small penis was barely stiff and Mira lye still as I pulled the thong aside and kissed the pink tip of her body. In this position I could also lick her bottom and my tongue moved there. The flavor of her candy ooze was cherry. She had found the lube brand earlier in the month. "Oh yes my lover is home. Push your tongue in there Ken. Fuck my sweet ass with your tongue please." I moved to continue at her little dick as my fingers entered her bottom. I thought of her small barely two-inch penis as a clitoris though she told me she did not use the term. "God yes, Ken we are together now," I returned to lick her bottom hole as she moaned with two of my fingers inside her. As my tongue wrapped her slight member I considered how I had resisted being with the woman I truly loved. Her body was all I wanted even though she still had a male-ish part between her legs. She couldn't really get hard but she still released as I fucked her. Now I turned her and enjoyed her stroking my dick as she re-settled the white dress and the satin but left her bottom exposed. "Come and enter your wife Ken." The pleasure she loved as my tip pushed her open was special each time. She would whimper but not in pain rather in the joy of penetration. "Oh this is our first loving as husband and wife. Ken I love you. Hold me." I moved closer and pulled the bodice of her dress down to expose her beautiful breasts as my lips touched hers softly and I kissed her mouth. "Come into me now honey. Enter me with your nice fat cock." I didn't touch my penis but moved to her bottom and rubbed the tip against the warm moist skin. Then as my tongue pushed into her mouth I entered her body slowly. "Oh yes honey, you are all mine now. Deeper sweetie." She held me tight as I moved into her, moaning as the shaft slipped further into her body. "Yes Ken fuck me, fuck your wife, ohhh," I felt my balls were touching her bottom. She continued to kiss me as she moved her hips with my dick impaling her bottom, the rolling action of her hips continued. She was fucking us now. She whispered, "Each time you fuck me you make me more Ken. I woman needs to be loved Ken and each time you spray your seed in me I feel the jet release and I know why I have you inside me." I began to move out of her. "I love fucking you Miranda." I pulled free and bent to lick her ass. My tongue bathed her hole and I relished the cherry lube. "More Ken, more cock now please." I again entered her and now I picked her up and held her by her thighs as I pushed inside with her back against the wall. I snagged her expensive silk hose' but she smiled anyway. It was an awkward way to do anal but she kissed me. "Yes honey, fuck me." The position proved difficult after a minute due to the angle of the penetration. I kept slipping out and she would reach back to help guide my dick. "Back to the stairs Mira." And I now began full depth thrusts but slowly. The hose' were both laddered now. "Oh yes Ken, that feels so good. Hold me again." I moved forward and suckled her breasts as my penis move in and out. I then I felt the moist semen she released on to my tummy. "Oh fuck me Ken!" She closed her eyes and I read the sign. She wanted me to increase my pace. I heard her moan as I did so, "Faster Ken, deeper Ken. Make me your wife, use my holes. Fuck your wife!" As I moved into her she reached about my back and I felt her twist the plug. It was like a button and I immediately ejaculated into my wife. Her fingers tapped on the stone end of the plug as I shot off. Then I collapsed to her breasts as Miranda held me. We were both breathing deeply. I moved up a little to see her smiling, "Now to the bedroom Ken." When I walked into the room it was clear that Adria and her had been busy. There was a different outfit on the hanger for me and laying across the bed was a nude toned gown. "I would like you to put the lounge pants on," she said. I had the fabric between my fingers. It was a translucent mesh." "Sexy huh?" she said as she shooed me off. "I need no help changing and I want you to be surprised." I walked to the front room and slipped the pants on. The late afternoon sun was warm as I dozed off. I heard the tap of her heels walking toward me a few minutes later and I blinked as I saw the gold train material flowing behind her. Her breasts were slightly covered by the small gold bra cups covered with sequins and her golden thong just covered her tininess with a gold strap. Her hose' shimmer golden as well as the sexy spiked heels. She was a vision and I wanted a photo. I reached for my cell and captured her in a beautiful strut and smiling. "You are beautiful and so is your gown Miranda." As she came near she did not speak but dropped to her knees and reached for my stiff penis. She pushed the top of the pants down and she licked along the lower edge of my cock. Her mouth opened and I felt her warm moist tongue as she swallowed four inches of my length. Miranda had always enjoyed sucking me but there was a new focus as she made love to my cock. Licking and sucking, holding and rubbing me, sometimes with both hands. She even took me into her throat! As she pulled me free of her lips she moaned, "God I love being your woman Ken. I love eating your cock. Fuck my mouth please." As I moved in and out I closed my eyes and relished her love but I wanted to fuck her not cum in her mouth. As I spun her about she leaned on the chair and I licked at her opening. I covered her ass cleft with my loving tongue and then stood and entered her moist ass. The tight home was heaven to me. She clamped down to signal she could be fucked hard now. As I reached to hold her close she turned and our mouths met in a wet kiss as my penis plunged in and out of her hot hole. The plug in my bottom twitched and somehow stopped my orgasm. Now she took control and pushed me to my back on the carpet and pulled the red wedge she had order out of somewhere. She pushed it beneath my ass as her tongue coated my hard dick. Then she climbed on and inserted my cock reverse cowgirl. For several minutes she moved up and down on me, pumping slow and then fast. The angle of the cushion helping her fuck me. I was amazed as she rolled to face me without my dick slipping from her body. I pulled her atop me and fucked her deeply for a minute. "No Ken, I'm fucking us. Now watch," she purred as she shifted again and rode me reverse. "Now you can bring us off Ken. Fuck my wet ass hard please," as she again turned to look into my eyes. I held her butt cheeks as my penis pistoned in and out of her canal quickly. I moment later I came and shot all over her body and belly. She whimpered softly as her peak was still flowing but she pushed my cock back into place. She was covered by my release and she lay still atop my chest for a few minutes. I felt the ooze drip from her body to mine as she laid on my chest and slept. My cock eventually shrunk and fell from her gaping hole. As I held her I wondered if her plug was part of the reason I was climaxing so strongly. When she was alert I asked her, "Maybe, but it was a really just a gift from Adria. I shared it because she asked me too." I needed to understand more about their relationship and asked, "Your girlfriend asked you to stuff me with her anal plug on our wedding day?" Miranda rolled and I felt the sticky goo of my release on my tummy. "Certainly Ken. She wanted me to let you know how much having a cock around meant to her." I asked immediately, "Do you mean she is still sleeping with you?" She reached to hold my head and kissed me passionately. "Not today honey, but of course she sometimes sleeps with me and I hope you will allow me to share your body with her on special occasions. I love her Kenny." I was shocked that somehow I had missed this. Yet now Adria's kiss and the intimate grab this afternoon made more sense. Miranda was telling me that I had married her but that her transgender girlfriend was now mine as well. "This is a complete surprise Mira." Dumbfound I just looked at my wife. Miranda said, "Ken are you telling me that you do not want to fuck her as well as me? You know she has a pussy between those luscious thighs right?" I just sat up to considered what my wife had just offered me. It did not make sense that Miranda wanted an open marriage and I said as much. "No Ken, I just need, no I must have her with us. No one else." "When do you expect to consummate this peculiar marriage Mira?" She was still atop me and her breasts were soft against my chest. She smiled and shifted a bit as she reached back to feel my semi-hard penis. I looked at her smiling eyes as she pushed my dick back into her bottom. "Later, this evening. She has a special outfit planned for us. We'll be in white and she will be in black." She licked at my mouth and then added, "We have been waiting to find an adventuresome male to be ours for over a year Kenny. We want to make our world, our sexual imaginations real and with you we can." I now saw their complicated arrangement and understood why the sexual feast Miranda had spoken about for several weeks was so important. I was her stud but really I was to both Adria and Miranda the cockman. It could be a tougher life to live I thought. "Her and I have watched these sexy videos but forever we were left unsatisfied. Now with you our world can be perfect." Miranda rolled about on my dick and I slowly got hard thinking of the two women. "You see we are giving you the best of worlds Ken. You will be inside her pussy and my ass every day if you want." "That was why we needed the fourth bedroom?" "Sure, yes, your office was essential and I wanted us all to have a independent suite as well honey." I had only contributed about forty percent to the new flat and the space was quite large. Actually it was a bit loft like. "I think we need some food Ken. First we could shower. Let me remove your device." So as she finished cleaning her body I started to arrange the supper. I looked about the large room for signs I had missed. I was looking for things Adria or Mira might have placed for the next sexual event of our wedding night. Two women to fuck wasn't so bad and I did really like Adria. She wasn't quite so beautiful as Mira and she had smaller breasts. I paused when I heard a car door close. Just then Miranda came down the stairs dressed in a white corset which held up the white hose. Her heels were platforms and white and she wore another rhinestone thong. "Here, please slip on these pants and this thong Ken," she handed me the small satin garment and another silky pair of sheer pants. "Then please open the door for your other lover." I pulled the pant up and drew the rope tie. The thong cradled my penis. I smiled back at Mira as I moved barefoot to the door. As I nearly reached the wide wood door it swung open and I saw Adria standing there dressed similarly to Mira but in black. She stood still as I took in her scene. My world was un-hinged as I looked at this second beauty. She did not speak nor move but Miranda had walked over without me noticing. "He's is ours now Adria. He wants to pleasure and share in pleasuring us. He will be near to protect us," she was hugging me about my back. She then stood beside me but bent at the knee and released my drawstring. The soft pants dropped. Her hand reached and pulled the thong aside and my hard dick popped loose. I heard Adria moan, "Ahhhh, oh my Mira, that is a nice cock." It was chilly as the sunset had come but somehow I stood at review for these two lovers. My penis bounced slightly. "Yes Adria, you may handle my husband in anyway you choose. He will be a gentle lover and I cannot wait to see his cock part your pussy lips." Mira was still on one knee and she took my penis and kissed the tip. "Close the door Adria. He's getting a chill." S