Douglas and Mira

Douglas passionately kissed his transgendered wife, enjoying how she tasted, how she smelled, all of her. How she pulsed under his grip. They waited at the concourse, for their visitors to arrive.

Mira was on the balls of her feet, anticipating the moment. And then they arrived. Femboyish, or tomboyish, Kasey. Suave, confident Jackson.

"Douglas old chap, good to see you," he said easily. "Mira, you're a sight for sore eyes. Hard to believe it's only been a month."

"Cuz," Kasey said cheekily. She smirked. "And Cocksucker. I've missed you baby."