Sometimes, I feel so different among them, because they seem to live different lives as mine. Well, everyone does, but surely I feel unwell dealing wi...h those people. The only one I couldn’t have any complaint about it was Arlene, her cousin. Arlene was the kind of woman that got everything right in her life. She married a perfect catch on a somehow wealthy European guy, found herself the happiness at the beauty products industry, made her fame, and got everything good from it. And also, it was. She was running her hand on my back and I was now exploring her body. As I smooched her, my hand reached her back then to her lower back feeling her curves over the gown and then slowly down towards the bulge of curve which was her ass. As I squeezed her caressed her ass and squeezed them, bhabhi gave a moan out hmmmmm hmmmmm. I lifted her gown up slowly upto her hips and felt her bare ass cheeks and was surprised that she had not worn a panty. She was almost shivering and I could feel her. The pulse was strong, and regular.Bonnie went over and checked Hirano. He was dead. Definitely dead. She went back to Al and gently turned him over until he was on his back. He seemed to be breathing easily, so she finally started to relax. It was a then that the shakes hit her. The full realization of what she had done set in, and she lost control of her body for several minutes. Finally her practical side started to take over again. She knew she was in a bind. She had just killed someone, and. ‘Mama! You are not a homosexual! And neither… neither I am! We are women! We may not have had our… our final therapy yet, but soon we will. But it doesn’t matter. We’re women. It doesn’t matter what body parts we have!’ ‘No! Baby, today before you came in, he had on the bed, on my hands and knees with my panties down. I didn’t have a… a VAGINA, like a real woman does. He put himself… coz I told him it was that time of the month… he FUCKED me in the ass, Ali! That’s what they did to me in prison.