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Shemale Summer

Date: 11/24/2014, Categories: Anal, First Time, Shemales, Author: freegre, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

me the rest. "So what is going on?" I finally said, feeling a nice buzz from the alcohol. "She was on that show because she's a transexual, Ted!" Sam confessed. "You know "chicks with dicks! I think they call them "shemales" I did the World's Greatest Spit Take, dousing my friend's face and chest with beer. "You're k**ding me!" I stammered. "It's not possible! Not with those legs. And what about her tits? She has great tits, I felt them!" "They're implants," Sam said. "Saline City! I can't believe you nailed her!" Well, I couldn't believe it either! There was no way I couldn't tell the difference between a guy and girl! No man had legs that curvy! It wasn't possible. Sam insisted that she worked at a burlesque house called "Lacy Lilly's" down in the West Beach area, and that if I wanted proof, I should go there. I thought he was nuts, but as the days went by, it began to eat at me. What if he was right? There was only one way I could ease my mind about this seemingly impossible claim. I had to swallow my pride (and fear), go to "Lacy Lilly's" and watch the show. I don't think I've ever felt as embarrassed as I did walking through those "saloon" doors into that transexual strip club. I must have been blushing so brightly you could read street signs by point my face at them. The "hostess" seemed to pick up on this pretty quickly as she led me to a table. "First timer, huh?" she smiled. She was a pretty brunette. There was no way she was packing a rod under that tight, ... "Southern Belle" skirt—or was there? "Don't worry about it. Relax. We get lots of curious straight guys in here. No one's going to bug you. Just sit back, have a drink and enjoy the show." The "show" was about two hours long, and actually composed of three or four "mini" shows. The first was a bikini contest. I couldn't believe all those leggy, busty gals parading up and down the cat walk in the skimpiest of swim wear were all transexuals! I was embarrassed to find that I was getting kind of turned on. Did that mean I was gay? I was very confused as I watched the next segment, a lingerie fashion show that would have made Mata Hari herself blush. Still no sign of Shandi, which made me feel that Sam had been pulling a practical joke. I was just waiting for him to pop up with a Polaroid camera to catch me gawking at these ersatz females. I had to admit, some of them were better looking than the girls I'd been dating lately! Finally, during a "Can-Can" dance number, I spotted Shandi. My heart sank. It was her, all right. There was no mistaking that pair of gorgeous gams. What was I going to do? Should I have myself tested for diseases? I sat there and fumed, trying to figure out my next move. When the show was over, I was going to get backstage and give that deceiving little diva a piece of my mind. The way things turned out, I never got the chance to confront Shandi, but I met someone spectacular instead! While I was still fuming and ruminating on my planned revenge, a waitress brought ...