Poonam aunty boli k abhi tak man ni bhraa tera.Maine kahaa ” nahi, abhi to tumhein aur chodna hai aur tumhari gaand bhi Marni hai”. Fer wo meri ta...af munh krke meri aankhon mein dekhne lagi aur maine unhein bohat zor se smooch kari. Saath mein apne hathon se uski gaand bhi dbaane lag gya. Fer unhone bola k abhi mujhe choro mujhe kahin Jana hai aaj, shaam ko chod lena jitna chodna hai. Mera unhein apni baahon se chorne ka bilkul bhi Mann nahi tha per Maine khud pr control kiya aur unhein chor. That caused us to have leftovers, we took back to our respective rooms.I quickly took a change of clothing to the bathroom, came out in t-shirt and sweatpants, with boxers underneath, with Diana and I kissing as she walked in to change.She came out in one of my T-shirts, and possibly panties on underneath, and Faith walked in, and very quickly, came out in my old basketball uniform shirt number 55.I was a four-year starter at West High School as the shooting guard, but being only five feet. Even as k**s they felt their true feminine persona coming out. Many have spent years trying to hide it, pretending to be “macho” and masculine but knowing deep down they were just putting on a front. It was a front they could not maintain. Some recognize who they are early on and give in. But eventually you become who you are meant to be. For a gurl it’s becoming a sissy slut.It became so obvious to you when, no matter how hard you tried, you kept finding yourself thinking of cock. Not just. Her shampoo and sweat. The natural smell of her. My sister. My lover."I-I can take it," she whispered into my ear."You can take the whole thing, Monica. Good girl." I am," she gasped against me. "Is it good? Do you love that pussy?" I love this fucking pussy," I told her."I love you," she whispered, so low I almost didn't hear. "I love your cock in me," she gasped. "I love it so much. I need it. I need it. I need it!" She continued that mantra, faster and faster, the words rolling into a wild,.