After a long day circumnavigating the lake, Paul taking pictures, videos and measuring elevations, we returned to the truck and I pulled a cooler out of the back. Paul entered, handing me a little gift of two beautiful red roses in a slender vase. XXX And then remembered “And I’m a trans-gender.”
“All the more reason” he averred and he began to unbutton my shirt. Honey-Lee – The Journeys of a TG Nympho
Preface – The Making of a TG Nymph
When Papa died, he left the 7000 acre ranch in north-western Alberta, Canada to my two brothers and me, along with 802 head of cows, most with calves at foot, and several decent breeding bulls. “Honey, I need to talk to you.” He led me over to the couch and we sat facing each other, knees touching, my hands in his.
