Your neighbor next door.”“Oh god!” She face-palmed with her left hand. I stopped at once. It was not a good time to continue.I held her shoulder...for a while and loosened my grip, asking her “why? What is wrong? What happened? Are you all right?” I was somewhat scared, really.“No it is okay” she said, now almost okay. “please do not tell my husband about this, brother. Please. I will do whatever you say”Brother? What was that? I knew why! I have a beard, which looks like that of a usual Muslim.. .She tried to push me but this time while kissing i started to press her boobs real hard she couldn’t resist and I started to press wildly. I was kissing her for 10 mins and pressing her while kissing i tried to pull her blouse down but it didn’t as it was tight one a hard pull tore the whole blouse to the middle revealing her bra.I pulled it down and started to press her naked boobs..Then i started kissing her neck..in fact biting it slowly she closed her eyes and is enjoying..Then i went a. He was a good kisser, not too aggressive, but nicely assertive, his tongue teasing hers, his breath quick and shallow. He tasted a little of the ale he’d pretended to drink, but also like himself – something unique and heady. He smelled foul, but more than made up for it by how he felt against her.And it felt good – his body was hard and lean against hers, one of his hands kneading her ass, the other stroking up her spine. She could feel him hard against her thighs, and he shuddered deliciously. Once everything was complete, I looked in the mirror and froze.There she was again. That beautiful, confident woman stared back at me from the mirror. I watched and felt as a smile crept onto her lips.This was me.For once, I finally resembled the person I wanted to be.Shaking myself from my reverie, I looked around to double check that everything was ready.“Oh!” I exclaimed. There was just one thing I’d forgotten.I scrambled to my closet and rummaged around till I found it. I stood up and.