Fir maine kaha ki Simran sharam matt kero is pal ko enjoy kero kal tumhari shadi ho jayegi fir sari life limited jini peregi,fir maine Kamal ki leg pe... hath rakh ker kaha ki tum kion sharma rahe ho fir Main uth ker khari ho gai.Pehle apni nikar or fir apni t-shirt nikal di aab main bilkul nangi sabke samne khari thi.Or maine kaha ki mujhe sharam nahi hai jise jo dekhna hai dekha sakta hai Kamal mujhe ghoor ghoor ke dekh reha tha or mere chehre per muskan thi. Kamal main bhi josh aya usne Simran. . that is not a good recommendation for my people, is it?"He answers quietly, "At least you haven't destroyed yourselves, like they did."I know that my answer is morbid but with humans you can never be certain, "No, not yet at least."Grr dismisses me by sternly telling me to sleep. I realize that my comment has irked the PCA and stop thinking to him but sleep isn't possible. So I ask the medic for a casualty list, and she starts a recording. I have to employ my "Living with Death" training to. I sat back to enjoy the ride, It is fantastic being a teenager again. I missed a lot my first time by being such a self-centered jerk. I was 16 and too old to be seen with my parents at some hokey resort in the Ozarks. I decided to complain and coax my way into staying home. I missed the last time that my parents decided to go on vacation until I left the house. I realized I ruined the last three summers I was at home. I wish I could take it back and apologize, but I can’t. I can only go. I tensed and he stopped, knowing my little sphincter was stretching to accommodate that large intruder. Once I calmed down, he slowly pushed it in, sliding deeper just a little each time, until he was buried deep in my inner self. The whole time, he's ever so slowly sliding his hand up and down my tiny soft sissy clit, rubbing the underside on each soft, easy stroke. "Oh, girlie, your doing great, your clit is so soft and feminine, your nipples are all hard and taut, and your pussy is full of.