Tum dusri q nhi pata lete.Me: main use hurt nahi kar sakta abhi.Now we came to the drawing room with coffee in our hands and sat on the couch. Her hot...pant was too short and I could see her milky white and fleshy thighs. I tried ignoring that but you know how hard it is for us to take off our eyes and I was staring at her thighs.Anjali: what are you looking at?Me: mmm.. kuch nhi..Anjali: that’s why I m telling you k bana lo kisi aur ko apni gf.Me: ab toh mujhe bhi yehi lagta hai..Anjali gave a. I kept on pumping my cock in and out. I was ramming her as hard as I could driving myself almost to the edge but I knew she did not want me to cum yet."Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Harder! Slap me again!” I did. And again! I knew she she was enjoying it , . The least I could do was make her cum again. I knew she was close again, all I had to do was push her over the edge.I slapped her ass again, making it jiggle and put my arms around her waist. This was the last mile. ““I love it up the ass! I love…. Her attention was diverted when Monique opened the bedroom door. She stood there in red, five-inch heels, dressed in crimson panties and bra showing off her large breasts that looked as if they were ready to burst free of their confinement. Evette slipped past her dressed in a bodysuit similar to the one Amanda had first tried at the store which Evette had helped adjust.Monique gestured with her forefinger mouthing 'come here'. The look on Amanda's face was priceless, she did a double take. My balance seemed even worse than the day before. After cleaning up I checked my reflection. My hair was longer, and I realised I was taller.I realised I was changing more radically than I had hoped, and fear was threatening to surface. Still, hopefully, if I slouched a lot for a few weeks, and got a hair cut, no one would notice. I could pass off the extra height as a growth spurt. Yes, I was so sure that would work that I suppressed the rising panic.My sister had left some clean sheets out,.