5’8″ tall, slim but curvy, long black hair, awesomely beautiful face, large red delicious lips, glorious skin, fair complexion, big black eyes, sh...rp nose, and a figure of goddess. She looked heavenly in her wedding saree, her belly wriggled like snakes in the sand. That was the first I came of in my pants without even touching myself.It was about a week later, when she had a fight with her husband and her husband left. Next morning she called my mom and asked if she could borrow me for some. "No silly, you just do the top button here." Mum said as she fussedaround me.The Cardigan really produced a nice effect over my small 'boobs'. I wasvery pleased with the result."Come on, young lady...erre... what shall we call you while you aredressed like this, I can't keep calling you Peter?" Mum said, frowningslightly."I don't know Mum, you created this girl!" I said feeling very awkwardat the situation. Not sure what I was supposed to do or feel."Then we'll just call you 'Pam', you are just. " Even if he didn't lie to you, what makes you think he told you the whole truth? What makes you think that he sees everything the way it really is?" returned Bonnie, doing her best to maintain control of herself while being as logical as she could."The way I see it, you're the one who isn't looking at things realistically," returned her mother evenly."Where're Tommy and Corey?" asked Bonnie, who'd taken the argument as far as she wanted to."They're outside playing, so don't think that you're. After about 6 months, we became more serious. I didn't know what to do. He didn't know about my dilemma and I couldn't tell him. One night-- our first night together-- I had no idea what would happen. We were at my place, in my bedroom. We were slowly undressing each other, breathing heavily. I was now only wearing the choker, black nylons and stilettos. I told him that my feet hurt and that they would hurt more if I tried to take off the shoes. He offered a massage, but I said I would be ok..