Then they approached and stood on either side of me. Tears started to well up and I wanted to run, but where. He dropped his pants while staring in m... eyes and tells me to relax. He told me I should let go. Grabbed and lifted off the ground. Their arms are under each leg while they reach behind my back. I am laying back like a human lounge chair. He stood in front of me between my legs stroking his cock. He spit on it and walked into me. He pressed his cock against my hole. I squeezed as. When I get out of the shower she hands me a some lacy underwear . I'm stunned I put the knickers and bra on , tissues pad out the bra. Next is a garter belt and stockings that emphisise my long legs. The little black dress she says may not be long enough but that doesn't matter. She tells me to stand while she does my face. Lastly she fits a blonde long hair wig. "Come out to the lounge Christine I want to see you on display". I get to the lounge door and the lights are low a pair of bright. Mera mosa hari ki umar47 sal hai or mosi mena ki 45 uka ek hi beta hai 25 rhaul or uski biwi 23 rani. iss bar sardi ke mosam me mare mama ke beta ki sadi thi papa ko chuti nahi mil pai jis wajey se mare papa mummi dono nahi ja pye hunone mujye sadi ma bhej diya me jakar train ki reservasn krva laya me kafi kush tha me 4 sall baad gaon ja rah ta mera fir gaon chala gaya mai apne mama ke ghar pocha mare mama ka ghar mare gaon se kafi dur tha is wajye se me phle mama ke gaon gaya jab mai gaon. Purple lace pants with a matching bra which had satin panels across the sides of the cups. There was also a cream set with suspenders and toward the back a blue baby doll - usually irredeemably tacky but this was so obviously 100% high quality silk with hand made lace that it looked like Sophia Loren or Audrey Hepburn may appear to claim it at any moment. I barely said a word before dragging Samantha into the haven of femininity. She was clearly a bit overawed, but that was okay; that’s what I.