.usne kaha tumhara to bahut mast hai yar….aaj to maja hi aa jayega isse chusna suru kar diya ..jaise hi usne mera land apne mooh me liya mei pagal h...ne laga aisa laga jaise ki mai 7we aasman me pahuch gaya hun mujhe bahut jada maja aa raha tha ..maine kaha ruko please pahle mujhe tumhare kapde to nikalne do …fir maine jaldi se uske sare kapde utar diye or uski panty jo ki red colour ki thi use utarne ke bad hi mujhe uski chut ki khushbu aane lagi or mai use dekhne laga to wo boli ki mere jaan. I was indeed just like my mother. She was a slut and I had become one myself. I was even fucking my math teacher. I told you about him in my last adventure. My mother had just married John in June. He had also adopted me. I had taken to calling him daddy and he called me Princess. We both had blonde hair so my friends thought he was my real father and no one knew any different.In July I had a riding accident. Ginger my jumping horse had fallen rolling over the top of me after stumbling jumping. "It looks like heaven," Cindy remarked.Derek studied the framed covers of Transsexual Express that decorated one of the walls. Beautiful shemales smiled at him among titles that referred to the social, political, and sexual topics discussed within each issue. "Very impressive," he said."Thanks. Can I get you anything? A drink? Some refreshments? A blowjob?" Cindy blushed. "I could use a little lip service."Daphne smiled. "Why don't we take our clothes off and get comfortable." Within minutes,. The point of the knife sliced the shoulderstraps of my slip and bra, the taut straps of the bra exploding in relief. Massagingmy breasts through the satiny fabric of my slip, he started moaning. I felt histwo hands warmly circling my breasts, sliding erotically across my nippleswhich, despite my resistance, were starting to firm up. My captor leaned acrossme and kissed me on my lips as he continued to massage me through my slip. Ilay still, enjoying the massage, feeling the continuous probing.