I dont want people to know''''of course not, you still will have the place downstair, but dress sexy under your boys cloth and live here when you want...to please daddy''stroking his fat cock evrytime he talk to mefeeling so girly and small, unable to think clear , feeling horny for his hot cock , getting me deeper into his plan each time he had me acceptfirst kissing his cock to be dress and sucking , now accepting to be his secret girlgiving a golden pouch condom has the deal settlerlooking at. When his eyes light up big as saucers I grin and pull the camisole all the way off, as it drops to the ground I move back into his reach. Grabbing his hands I pull them to my breasts, we both groan as his hands move over my breasts, just the feel of his hands on me sending currents right down. He leaned in and kissed me then, not terribly hard, but insistent and wonderful, then his tongue snaked its way into my mouth. Well it at first probed against my lips, darting here and there and I. This is a real-life incident that happened a few months back. I was traveling by an overnight train from my native place to Bangalore, and the train journey became a very memorable one.It was a sleeper coach and had my seat in the side upper. After a very long time, the people started coming into my compartment in various stations. I was prepared for a boring journey until she boarded the train. She was wearing a saree and was like she had been to a formal function.It was obvious she was. She smirked, “Kimmy wasn’t enough?”I laughed, “A gift.”I went to my bag and took out the chocolate that Kimmy had picked out for Jessica and Kara and handed it to them.“Chocolate! Yes!” Jessica exclaimed.“Thank you!” Kara said.I chuckled, “I also got this!”I held up a jar of Ghirardelli fudge sauce that I’d picked up at a display at the airport.“I think we can find a use for that, Tiger. Come to bed!”September 9, 1989, Chicago, Illinois“Another plane crash,” I sighed reading the article on page.