The year is 2005 , the time of this story, so I am writing this from memory,but it’s a continuation of my story, a true story. We had been divorced for a number of years when I was forced to invite her on an a trip to Australia, we had, been planning to immigrate before the divorce happened but I had continued with the long slow process long after my divorce was finalized. She had been happy to accompany me on the trip to validate out Aussie visas and we could then make the big move from sunny South Africa, not to mention the crime and grime which has become daily life for most Africans. So it was off to sunny Sydney for a holiday and some sight seeing, and a road trip up to. Brisbane where we would meet up with friends and family. The trip had been planned months in advance and was an unspoken fulfillment of a promise to complete the immigration process and give our son a better life and opportunities that his very expensive private education had afforded him. He had already left for Australia before us and was backpacking his way through central Australia and the. Gold Coast where he hoped to get employment in an IT company. My promise to complete the process had certainly paid off for him. Now it was the turn of my ex wife and I to spend some time away from what was then other lovers and partners and reconnect in a foreign country. There were no expectations given or offered it was a trip with a purpose and a mission. Sex with the ex was never discussed. I was involved in a relatively new relationship with Debbie it was a 6 month culmination of a life long friendship which became physical ,but we both new we were not life partners, our fling had lasted six months and full of clandestine sex late night visits and getaways for more sex. It was fun and leaving her behind to spend a holiday with my ex was a serious distraction. After all it had been six months of teaching her 50 shades of grey and as a widow with only limited partners she had been so ready to come out of her shell and become a wonderful responsive lover who’s boundaries could really be tested as so much of what we did was new to her and anything but missionary sex. We fucked everywhere and anywhere and the minute the lights went out . It had been huge fun but now I was heading to Aussie to see the ex, Harbor bridge, opera house and ultimately the Gold Coast. Was going to be a dry sobering experience or huge amount of fun. I suppose the power really rested in her hands and literally between her legs and that. Sexy ass of hers. I had been divorced for awhile but you don’t forget the only virgin you ever fucked or the twenty years of fucking before the divorce. We had not divorced because of intimacy problems but that had also been a main cause for the divorce. Well let’s say my intimacy with others and our intimacy at swingers clubs as a couple and as a single. We had many memorable nights at the Marquee, and in the early days of the lifestyle before the internet, we had been regulars on the scene. She has a beautiful pussy and loved to show it off in some very interesting places. What you would call dogging today, nude sex on a deserted beach in Mauritius, being chased by a pervert who couldn’t take his eyes of her tits, to full blown swinging, clubs, sex in public, and then couples, and multiple couples, sex dinner parties. You could offer up your wife for desert, on the table where she could be sexed by hands, mouths and fingers. Now today we both divorced, have new partners in our lives, and a helluva lot of good memories to draw from when writing this story But back to the story, while we both knew the relationship was over it was a final goodbye and a revenge fuck , the week or so spent in Aussie gave plenty of opportunity for sex, and deserves its own story, for a later chapter, but we fucked like rabbits and then finally said good bye at the airport, as she left for SA and a new life. It was time for me to change, my fantasies had always moved to the feminine side or my alter ego, After so many years of being the dominant in my relationships, a. bull for couples and literally wearing the pants, I rather wanted to wear the panties, so to speak. Fast forward fourteen years and the transformation is complete, Bianca’s journey is documented in pictures and videos and posted on the web. she has a huge following and fan base , demanding more and more of the very kinky and delectable Bianca, So who is Bianca, from a fantasy to a reality, and the journey in between, what a ride and all the fun in between, so thanks for that. SHE is a 5,10 , blonde , with small tits but a tight butt ,.She loves, lingerie , stockings, heels, and sex, all sorts of new and wonderful sexual desires, fetishes, and exhibitionism, she only lost her virginity at age 50, fuck that sounds weird, but is a fact, Anyone who has read my previous stories will know that my desire for sex and kinky sex is extreme and fully described if you care to read them. So I am left with a conundrum, do I tell my rather infatuated audience that Bianca is a catfish and will most certainly never meet you and fuck you on a first date, and that if you really bothered to read the profiles, at least 50 percent are total bull shit and chances are pretty good they will ghost on you anyway or are picture collectors and just plain bullshit. So having now outed myself in this story as a xdress, kinky pervert, transexual Let me state for the record all my pictures are real , and my profile accurately describes exactly what I want and what I like. It has been proved beyond a reasonable doubt the brain is the biggest sex organ in the human body.I just wish everyone had one ,but for anyone who does play for real and has read this far without puking, feel free to contact me, . Love Bianca