He had a skin complexion that matched those of the people of India. He wore a simple white shawl that covered most parts of his body. There was a seri...s of beaded necklaces that he wore around his neck. There was something white that was carved on the center of his forehead that Gary could not recognize. He carried a small red paper umbrella that was opened up to block the sun.“Who ... Who are you?” Gary asked the stranger that seemed to come from nowhere.The man was peaceful and calm as he. Soon, theyhad shifted about and become a short skirt which allowed his buttocks topeek out just below the hem. His buttocks had filled out and become tonedand well-rounded, the perfect heart-shaped behind. His boxers shifted aswell and moved becoming a thing g-string thong which ran up between hisfull ass cheeks. The second part of his change had become complete eventhough those around him seemed oblivious to how ridiculous he looked withhis hairy legs, black socks, and business shoes.Deandra. The shaving cream and razor are beside me on the bed. One slow swipe of my finger, down the folds of your pussy, and can feel the moisture building inside and leaking out of you. As finger continues the slow strum from your brown button to your clit my caress my starts my own heart racing and my cockhead turns purple. As bend over to lick one swollen breast, my tongue explores the small cave within your tight nipple. I have never known a woman who had such beautiful swollen nipples adorned by. He knew his mother didn’t approve of ‘fast’ cars, but he knew he just had to have it. ‘Dil, you know how I feel about those cars. After what happened with your father -‘ ‘I know mom, but it’s safe. I promise I will be safe.’ Dylan assured his mother with pleading eyes. He knew that she wasn’t happy with it, but he also knew that she was only looking out for him. Dylan was fifteen when his father died. The Montgomery dynasty was booming at that time in the early 80’s, and Dylan’s father was in.