My nipple beaded. “Milk me, Angela,” I gasped as I brought the ampoule, half-full of my pussy juices, up to my nipple. “Please.”“Slut,” pu...red Angela. She grasped my breast and milked me. I groaned as her fingers squeezed. A stream of anointed milk squirted into the ampoule, mixing into the pussy juices, transforming the liquid into cloudy delight.“Again.”Angela grinned and her fingers dug into my nipple. The tingling rush made me groan as more of my milk flooded into the ampoule and swirled. I wore the cutest skirts and dresses, did my hair and make-up, kept my nails as long and feminine as I wanted without worrying about any of it being "wrong". My mom was having so much fun buying me clothes and make-up. She would come home sometimes with some of the prettiest things. I especially loved the perfumes and jewelry she would give me from time to time. It was wonderful how my entire family had accepted me as a girl and I felt so blessed that there were times when I would literally cry. One time when we had a quick fuck before going out, I noticed how slippery Betty’s cunt was. She admitted that she had spent the late afternoon with one of her studs so was full of fresh cum. She liked having two or more partners a day. I added my cream to her collection. During the week I sometimes had to study so Jo would go play with them and then jump on my cock when she returned.When warm weather arrived Jo suggested a pee party in the back yard. Of course Betty was no stranger to. Mere hath mera sath nhi de rhe the. Mere saare rongte khde ho chuke the. Wo mujhe jaanwaro ki tarah choom rha tha. Mere boobs ko jangliyo ki tarah masal rha tha. And really Santosh mere bf se kahin jyada hot and wild tha. Mujhe choomte choomte Santosh mujhe gali dene laga. wo bola,”Saali tune aaj apni aukat dikha hi di. Kitne dino se teri bur chodne ka plan bnaya tha but kabhi mauka hi nhi milta tha.” .Mai uske muh se ye sab sun kar aur bhi gili ho rhi thi, meri panty poori tarah se gili ho.