I came back and sat behind her. I opened her bun by removing the clips. Her lovely long hair fell down cascading her entire back.I took the oil bottle...and poured oil into my palms and began to oil her scalp. I rubbed her scalp wit oil. She then asked me to oil her entire hair. I must have used atleast half the bottle.”Arun, oof how much oil you have put. Now it will take me so long to shampoo” she saidi replied while massaging her scalp “Miss are you feeling better””Yes, much better” she saidi. It is really very difficult to understand a woman what she wants at the movement. Whenever it is time to except the fact, you female try to escape from the situation, I can bet you, even you must be electrifying because of my presence- I toldNop, it is nothing like that- she repliedI bet you- I turned myself towards her and placed one of my hands on her belly.What are you doing- she surprisedIf you have no such feelings about me then why are you irritating, i am doing nothing- saying this I. The old adage very much prevailed here "Thinking with the wrong head".There was a small male population within the city as most males steered clear of the city. The most pervasive and perverse rumor was that something chemically different in the water had caused most of the transgender citizens of the city consuming it to have special effects. The effect in question is that their cum was incredibly potent and addicting. Their cum was inert to other transgender people, but to everyone else,. However, this is not the end of the tale.6 months after the Building Society robbery, Mark Connors, 18, is still in a coma. He was shot by a robber while protecting neighbour Angela Peters. Mark's "taking the bullet" for Angela is the 11th time he's rescued her. Instead of recognition, all he got was slander and abuse. Having been neighbour to Mark and Angela since their birth, and having witnessed or taken part in most of the events described below, I feel obligated to tell Mark's story. It.