Meri garmi ki chutti thi aur mai train ka ticket lia tha 2nd ac me mumbai to patna. Mai cst me baith gaya train me aur 2-3 stop baad bhabhi v train pe...chadhi kya mast maal thi doston dekhte hi mera lund unko chodne ki tarkib sochne laga ki aakhir baat badhe toh kaise badhe jaise lund badh ke tufaan macha rha tha jeans ke andar. Fir maine unko saaman adjust karne me unki madad ki unhone thanks bola,unke sath unka ek beta 10 saal ke around aur ek beti thi jo 12 saal ki thi.Raat ka time tha unke. .. (my "deflowering, I blush to admit it.)(It was crazy to think I was posing as a black woman, in the bedroom ofa completely virile and proud black man. All of his pictures of tigers,lions, and African themes seemed to stare down at me, ready to welcomeme into their community. Being taken by James now would seem to beanother giant confirmation of my new black-female identitiy. I felt sosubmissive and small in this bedroom, but this was how I was supposed tofeel.)James sat down on the bed.... It doesn't hurt yet, he amended the thought.You're old. You'd better call an ambulance, he thought, and tried to sit up. Dull pain flared into white heat from his left side, where he'd bounced off the stair. Oh shit! I've broken my hip.Resolute, Jack knew minutes would matter. Despite the pain, he pulled himself to the kitchen, sort of using his good leg to push while he pulled with his right arm. Tacking, he knew, I need to tack. Every push is making me slide to the left.With necessarily. Away from the soccer field she always seemed to dress in ways designed to draw attention to those great legs and amazing ass. I had seen her in short skirts, tight jeans, and once when the team had gone out for dinner during a tournament weekend, a pair of Daisy Dukes that had every guy in the restaurant staring at her, even the gay waiters.I thought about covering her with the quilt but feared that might wake her. I pictured her suddenly opening her eyes and seeing me standing over her,.