Put a nice ribbon in your hair. That way,when Margaret gets here, you can play tennis with her, just liketwo girls would. Won't that be fun?" But why ...aomi? Why do I have to wear a dress? I'm not a girl."She gave me a comforting smile, then put her arm around my waistand pulled me to her as we walked along. "Oh, you don't have to!What a silly thing to say! Now, I'll admit that I made Margaretput her dress on. Made her look like a girl. But you see, shewas acting like a man, and I have this. Shilpa changed the dress while she wants to study as there was test for her the next day and aunty asked me that we both shall go out and let shilpa stay there. So we both got ready and went out for dinner. She was wearing a blue chudithar and was chubby with her belly , boobs and buttcks. She was talking to me and we went to a nearby hotel in auto and had dinner. While having dinner she was sittin opposite to me and occassionally my foot touched hers and i was seeing her boobs which waa. Slowly. One at a time. Explore me," she commanded. The first lad gingerly reached out and stroked her thigh, then brushed his fingers over the pubes. Then slowly, deliberately, he pushed a finger inside her open hole and explored the soft warm flesh. She shuddered, so turned on. He continued to explore until one of the others reminded him to share.For the next few minutes, the three lads explored and fingered her pussy, making her wetter and wetter. They rubbed her clit, caressed her pubes and. I cried. We cried together. We shared our loss and drew strength from the other. I felt as if her mother was taking Susan’s emotional place in me for the moment. I felt comforted. The sun was setting. The long shadows of night threw their arms around us. We stood embraced for what seemed like an hour. Her tears wet my shirt and mine moistened her hair. Finally, our emotions spent, we broke apart. I was invited to stay overnight and continue my journey the next day. I was emotionally spent and.