Just, you know, let him have a real experience of being a girl." That was pretty weak, I admitted to myself. It was half-true, though. None of the sto...ies *did* end, and I had always gotten stuck halfway through, looking for a conclusion that was emotionally satisfying. No, not even that -- just a *progression* toward an ending that was emotionally satisfying. Come to think of it, most of the stories never even got to the sex-change part. A little foreshadowing, but it had only happened in two. ..I kissed her cock head, slurping up a dollop of sweet cream, before licking from the head to the base, I wanted to get it covered in spit, hoping to take it all the way this time. But I didn't have enough spit, so I swallowed my pride and looked up at her pleadingly, begging, "Please spit in my mouth, Mistress." God, you're pathetic...but that's why I love you so much..." she shoved three fingers down her throat and worked them in and out viciously until a viscous stream of spittle drooled. Maggie was suddenly aware of holding her breath. She reached her hands up to Anna's face, drew the brown skinned woman towards her face and kissed her. Gently her tongue explored Anna's tongue, breathing her in."I'm really starting to enjoy being a lesbian," Maggie thought to herself. She moved her hands from Anna's face to caress her breasts. As much as Maggie was enjoying this, she wanted more. She was getting more turned on and wanted to explore. She started moving her hands down to the. So he told that it would be useful formy further studies also. So he brought the computer with Internetconnection also. And computer wasfixed in my room. I have read lots ofmother incest stories in this periodstill then I never had any badintension. To Know about my mother she always wear sari, in the houseshe use wear cotton sari and in anyfunctions she use to wear silk sari.When father was her she use to wearnightwear's in the bedroom and tillher bath in the morning. After that she use to.