The year after Lakita show me my first porn mag, she went to university in Yogyakarta and met another foreigner. During the semester break she returne... to Jakarta. The foreigner boyfriend followed and I met him at a cafe with her. A tall, blonde German. Young. Intelligent. Good looking. I guess it was a good year for him. By the end of the year he’d enjoyed both our tight pussies. Cunts, I should say. Tight. Young. Cunts. He was greedy for pussy and probably had a dozen more during the time I. An inch away from the slit was the smallest hole on her body; from it, a little pink tail hung out latched into my mouth.I pushed my middle finger into the crack. I loved my wife so much, but Chelsea was her own person. I had to give her credit for that. She was soo tight; soo incredibly warm. My finger entered into a hole unknown to it. The slit did nothing to accommodate the intruder; the canal I occupied pushed in with its normal force, squeezing my finger like it was nothing.Shamefully, I. I would get upto protest but my mom has me held down by the shoulders. Weight andstrength wise she's got me again in her clutches."I don't want you thinking about your male stuff for two whole days.You're female now, and you're going to act like one, both here and atschool." What!? I'm NOT going out like... this!" I stammer."You went out as Cindy's flower girl just fine three years ago..." That was different! You made me and I didn't have b-boobs then!" Well, I'm making you now, so deal. I'll. Yesss, she moaned and lifted one of her legs onto my shoulder. With a loose seal I bobbed up and down making my prize wetter and wetter. Her hips flexed slowly in time with my strokes.....mmmmm baby, that is good, she said and placed her hand on the back of my head. I moved back to the head, and ran my tongue around it, then pulled off, back on, once, twice, then slowly pushed down over the head as she moved forward. I kept trying to get more, I controlled my breathing, then swallowed as.