I think we had enough chats till today. Why don’t we meet?Me: Hi Lalli. Morning! Are you comfortable to meet? I don’t have any problem.L: Yes, you...made me so comfortable like a friend. Am feeling excited to see you today.Me: Good to hear that Lalli. Am excited too.L: When I read your story, I was so reluctant to email you. But somehow I have done and I thought you must be a person with full of lust. But you spoke like a friend and made me so comfortable to talk and share everything with you.Me:. “Wave goodbye to your fans.” Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the camera and blew a kiss. ---- Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to charge. Tegan remained slumped on the couch watching Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the video, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her more extreme encounters of late she had almost felt like she was outside herself observing as she performed acts she never believed she was. Now mene uske boobs ko press kiya or back me hath guma raha tha..Wo aab hot ho rahi thi or usne meri tshrt nikal di or meri shorts bhi nd mene bhi uska one piece nikal diya…now she is in bra nd panty only..woow she is looking so sexy nd hot..wo bahot hi white nd perfect figure tha..Figure uska 36-30-38 tha nd wo ek marvadi thi…So aap soch hi skte he ki wo kitni hot lagti hogi..Then i start smooch nd bra nikal di uski nd panty bhi.. Usne bhi meri underwear nikal di.. Nd mere lund pe hath rakh ke. God, how humiliating that I had been reduced to this. Me, Peter Alan Hotaling, star quarterback of my college team, the guy that had been on a one-man quest to win the heart, or at least the pussy, of every woman in New York City. Now I was one of them. A woman.I finished peeing and stood to wash my hands and face, looking closely at the face that stared back at me from the mirror. This was only the second day. How was I going to last for another 363 more. I decided then and there that if I.