Aftera few days they had got used to having ?daughters.?The mothers doted on their new daughters. They studied fashion magazinestogether and commented...on the clothes the models were wearing whilst intheir previous life the boys would have been commenting on the models,oblivious of their clothes. They got their ears pierced and went back toshaving their legs. Their mothers were only too pleased to take themshopping for outfits and lingerie.Mal decided to explore pushing his gonads inside. One. Of course am not a bhrahmachari that I was writing without even noticing her her ass was seen ( to which I thought kaaash yaar chuuu paata ), my monster was getting out of control inside my pants. Now I said bhaaad mei gya paper kaunsa class 12th important h :p I was now just staring at her thighs and her buttocks , it was just like I wanted to shake my cock , but I knew it wasn’t possible , I thought of going to the washroom would be a good idea but then I would miss the heavenly view ;)I was. They both stared at me, stunned, causing their responses to be a bitdelayed it seemed."Absolutely adorable, Sam," my grandma replied."Like a ballet princess," Judy stated jokingly, making us chuckle.Although it was the part of my uniform I was least fond of, I did findher response amusing and took it as a complement."Thank you," I replied to each of them with a curtsy, being a lot morefulfilling now that I had a skirt to go with them.A moment later, we began The Nutcracker. It was a bit. Each time, stopping just short of your clitoris and driving you wild with the need to have your cunt filled.An involuntary moan escapes your lips as pleasure and frustration fight for supremacy. Then you hear another sound. You recognise it as the buzz of a vibrator, someone has it between your legs. You feel its smoothness on you, gliding across your slippery flesh.The vibrator is expertly moved around your vagina – sliding over your lips, dark and puffy now from so much arousal. You clench.