Each time that I went for a beer someone in the group would slap my ass. With each beer it felt better and better. Helen and a couple of the other g...rls were rubbing on my thigh highs from time to time, you know to see how soft my nylons were and such. Everyone had to grope my tits to see how realistic they felt. Damn it all felt so good. The cloths, the ass groping, the thigh rubbing. It was all amazing. Then it was time for the game. We all got up and I could see almost all of the guys. She wanted me to debase her, defile her, and to force into acts that she never dreamed of doing. She wanted this because I had no history with her, or her with me, and she could play the part of any person in her wildest fantasies for me. Now was her chance to lose all control for once and she only wanted the excuse to comply. She didn't want the opportunity to slip through her fingers. If she liked what she felt because of it, she could do it again and again as a new person with a new. Billie began to believe he was an episodic cross dresser,while Robby became Roberta - at least in her mind, a woman in a malebody - grown into an adult..Then, medical science suddenly invented transsexuality.Billie convinced Roberta to undergo therapy under the guidance of anexperienced gender dysphoria trained psychotherapist - a Ms. Jackman,PhD and in-you-face lesbian activist. It was the best thing Robertaever did, as suddenly the questions of a lifetime seemingly had ananswer. Billie,. I pushed harder at her tight ring. “Mom, I’m fucking your ass …ohhhhhh Deepa.” I pushed into her gaand and felt it open to my cock.“Fuck … my ass you son of a bitch ..fuck Deepa’s big dirty ass……Manu you maderchod…..chod apni maa ki gaand….tear my ass you bastard….do what you want to do to you mom….fuck my ass.” she blurted out hoarsely. I loved penetrating my saasu maa’s ass. I felt so powerful over my bitch mother in law. She was mine now. She was my saasu maa, my lover, my bitch. She was.