. different? Is it ... nice? Andyou've been retraining your whole body to be more ladylike. Doesthat feel ... nice? Confession time, now." "I gue...s it's like you to ask those questions, Pearl," Isaid. "Because the answers are a little embarrassing." I glanced atBea, and saw her nod, almost imperceptively. "OK. At first I justfelt silly, a man putting on his training bra every morning. Bea'sfortieth was nine or ten months away, and it made no sense. But Beasaid that learning to act like a. ..Sadly enough 3 months afterwards me and my family moved to Florida west palm beach, because my dad had a job offered overthere!I didn't see Whilma for almost 11 years and somewhere in 95, I went on holladay to Boston,where she still lived, to pay my friends a visit! Me and Michael had a good time and at that time he was into a divorce and living on his own in a small room! I noticed staying by him was not an option so I asked Whilma whether she knew some cheap hotels or motels around! When. (That’s a dream for a sex-starved married lady to be ravaged by a young guy. All the ladies reading this might agree with me). After playing with my boobs for some 10 minutes and making me wet again, he again tried to raise my saree which I again denied.I asked him to lie down now. He lied on his back and his dick pointing upwards like a tower, as straight as anything could be.I kissed the tip of his dick came over him, sat over his stomach and covered the place with my saree. Slowly, I slid. The pleasure burst inside of me. I moaned, rising up as my cunt convulsed on her shaft.My orgasm burned hot through me.I screamed out my pleasure as I came on her dick. Rapture rushed through my body. My flesh convulsed on her dick, milking it. I wanted her futa-cum flooding my pussy. The only part of me not covered in jizz. I shuddered, bouncing on her as my brain melted with ecstasy.“So good,” I moaned, my hands rubbing the cum into my skin, sliding across all the salty delight. “This is.