He was a girl, a real girl. He had the long hair, the firm breasts, and the vagina to prove it. But inside he wasn't a girl...inside he was a young ma... screaming to get out.The Medusa frowned. "How could you be comfortable in clothes meant for the male species?" Male species? Girls wear blue jeans and tee-shirts all the time," Tim yelled. "What planet are you from?" The question had been asked sarcastically, but the Medusa didn't know that. "We come from many worlds," it said."Wait! You're. This is where it gets real interesting....Michael is a white male probably in his 40's according to Nadine. he is married with two k**s. Nadine, the whore, is not interesting in breaking up his marriage but only interested in the extras that come along. Michael's office is on the second floor tucked away in a corner with no windows and once the door is closed it is totally private. next to his office is a small storage area that is not really used. when that door is closed no one knows what. I fondled, gently, and felt around for the slightest sign of arousal. A hard nipple say, or a sigh or perhaps resumed rhythmic wiggling of her bottom against me. No such evidence appeared. But Jane raised no objections either so I continued my amateurish caresses and smelled the floral fragrance of her brown hair. I rubbed my nose against the back of her neck and shoulders. Her skin was so soft and smooth, her hair so silky, and I fought the urge to lick her. Then under my finger I felt a nub.. Then we made plan that we will go for eating gol gappe. This was first time we went outside.She went in a kurti and legging and she was looking damm hot.Her sleveless kurti was giving a sneak peak into her underarms and bra.She was wearing a pink bra and to my excitement her bra straps were dropping from the side shoulder.I thought to ignore that but as she went out with me I thought it is my responsibility that nobody looks her in that way.While we were having gol gappe I said“Aunty wo aapke.