Jordan,” I said.“And lovely to meet you, too. Without betraying confidences, Del often told me about the remarkable young man who was struggling t... regain his life. It is a pleasure to finally meet him.”“The pleasure is mine,” I said, regaining my composure. Well, scratch that eighteenth birthday present.As my girlfriends arrived, there was always one of them on my arm, though they never made a big deal about it. I just introduced them each as my girlfriend when we stopped to talk with someone.. Aisha:- Yes he did. But he was not worthy of king or prince. After few months he was a drug addict and womanizer. Thank god I never asked him. (This boy story was fake and false and it was just an excuse to impress my husband)Nikhil:- Really Thank God as you were saved from being in the wrong relationship.Aisha:- Leave, thank you for understanding me.(I kissed him on the cheeks)We reached our hotel and after some sightseeing, selfie, and dinner. We reached our room. As a honeymoon couple, the. As I was laying there, she seductively smiled and took off her t-shirt and shorts. I went berserk by what I was seeing in front of me. Garima was standing in front of me in a black bra and matching panty. She looked hot as fuck.The color of her lingerie was suiting her fair skin. My already hard dick was roaring to come outside of my undies. She came near me and as I reached out with my hands to grab her. She slapped my hands away. She climbed on the bed and did something I couldn’t believe.She. But I am still Jim under these petticoats andcorsets. I have a feeling that 'Wendy' will be more appropriate andsatisfying for me right now. But you can call me 'Jim' anytime. Doing somay be a nice grounding tool, keeping me in the right frame of mindwhile I am still learning who and what I am. Plus I sort of like thelooks I get from the other women when you call me 'Jim.' Gives me a kindof thrill. Is that weird, Mother?" You deserve a 'thrill' or two. So I will keep you on your toes and atwhat.