Be logical in your fantasy. You are 165 cms with 65 kgs.” He was saying something. But I got the phone call from my hubby, and I left the place. But...his comments disturbed me, particularly on my ass. No one has appreciated my ass.Later I have started a conversation with him due to office work. We both started working on the same project, so our conversations were increased day by day. Sometimes he used to see my cleavage when my chunni was away from my chest.We become a little close, but I. It’s all so confusing. Because what I am, who I am, is not reflected back to me by any of the life forms so anxious to get ahead of me on the freeway. It’s like, I’ve entered this crazy funhouse where all the mirrors are distorted and perverted, and let me tell you, I’m having a hard time maintaining my equilibrium. If it weren’t for Darian, I don’t know what I’d do. Darian’s my guide, my protector. Does the term ‘pimp’ mean anything to you? Well, in your perverted world, that’s probably what. But no, that wasn't quite right too. The pink gauze showed just about everythingthere was to see- which was her slit that folded in such a cute way that John,her new athletic boyfriend, had always found fascinating. "Well, whatever. The gown will cover it up, at least the frontbits." Jill thought. But as she began putting on the gown, sherealised to her horror, that it barely covered the tops of her thighs. Infact it sat just half an inch above it, exposing the bottom bits of her. A fact I found on the drive to Jo's when I felt up her leg to a handful of gusset. She smiled teasingly, -Don't you like tights? She asked, noting my surprise. -I'm still not wearing knickers, you can finger me through them. That was right up my street and I did so, pushing the nylon into her slit and feeling the dampness seep through. It was all I could do to keep the car on the road when she bent into my lap, unzipped my jeans and started to lick my hardening cock. Luckily we made it.