My mum and I are originally from the UK. I came here as a two year old so I have no memory or accent that tells of this origin while mum does. I met Harry in graduate school, actually on our graduation day so we were not school sweethearts. His open mindedness, kindness, intelligence, and big heart snared me almost immediately. We have now been married for more than one year.

Quite recently, I heard from mum that her brother, Richard, a retired high ranking British officer, passed, leaving a daughter, Winnie, who is half Thai and half Brit. Uncle Richard had remained in Thailand and become wealthy in real estate so Winnie was "well off". He also let a tidy sum to me where I only have a vague recollection of him from my early childhood.

It was determined that we would have Winnie visit us, as she had moved to GB, leaving Thailand behind. From photos I could see that she looked more British than Asian. She has now been with us for half a year and thus, my confession. We were delighted with each other immediately. The bent hairpin in this story is that not long after we met her, when she felt comfortable with us, she revealed that she was a Tranny. Seeing our open mouths upon the revelation, she said, "Just a second" and pulled up her skirt and showed us a penis which she quickly stimulated into a fairly impressive erection. Since she is only 5'2" it, perhaps, seems larger than it is. I can now tell you that it is dynamite inside me.

One looks for a masculine "tell" upon glancing at a Tranny but she has only the penis and, as I said, not quite wimpy. Although she lacks breasts, her face, voice and even her neck, are feminine. She is just a few years younger than Harry and I and after being with us a few weeks, asked if we could engage with her in a sexual relationship because she found herself longing for both of us. I looked at Harry and he said, "I'm open to this. I truly like Winnie." I was already beyond that and felt that I loved her. Penis or not, cousin or not, I committed.

Harry goes wild watching Winnie fuck me. Everything on her is busy. Her hands lips, and engorged cock, which she told us wants to be inside both of us, are moving rapidly along with a whispered spiel she has, quckly, in her clipped British accent, telling what she would like and asking what we want, like, "Oh, my, my, that's so wonderful. Don't stop." We've heard it all before but she says it with a passion. Likewise, I love seeing Harry working away on her little body as it responds to his thrusts with her little hips.

The sex we all have is excellent. We each do her individually and together. She is a tireless lover. I could go on, but just to say, when you think life is becoming bland, it might just throw you a left hook out of nowhere. Be ready to enjoy the unthinkable.