. Ab main natak bhare thode gushe se , mujhe batao kiyu? Ek beta hone ki nate tumey jara hi apne maa ki kadar nahin.. Boloooo? Ab rohan rote huy bola .... Kya bataun mom… mom yeh sach hai main apko pasand karta hoon..Ab meri natak oh nooooooo …you dam shit… maa ko tu.. God ! , rohan : i’ m sorry mom” par yeh sach hai.. Achha kiyu tu mujhe pasand karta hai phir bolo , rohan: mom aap ki badi aur wide mast gand aur huge bbob’s keliye , oh nooo rohan , main aur nahin sun sakti.. You shit. Yaneki you. . but not one he'd heard recently."You don't understand ... I gotta pee ... NOW!" So? Go!" But the posting never stopped ... speeded up instead."But ... shit!" Now that would be too kinky. You gotta pee ... do it." Mom!?!" said Megan.Ah. A voice he recognized ... but ... Mom?He struggled with Pyewacket. But Pyewacket was firmly clawed into the pillow under his head. Messing with the cat made him lose control of his bladder.The poster was whipping now. He began to pee ... hard. Who ever it was. They just needed munching on …girl or boy …she wasn’t fussed at all. Maybe she should find and join Erica who was intent on the whole boys choir?Beth was all optimism…you never knew outside the college gates…that enclosed world of restricted cloistered pretend virginal feminism was nearly over for ever …the real world had college boys and men…lurking somewhere here…she hoped Erica wasn’t occupying them all.Maybe the Cardinal’s chambers were the West wing…not the East Wing. Still let’s have a. We talked about all kinds of things, not just myadventures in crossdressing and wanton gay debauchery. After a few moreminutes, I told him that I wanted to "slip into something a little morecomfortable" (I had always wanted to say that to a man!) and went backinto the bedroom to change.My lipstick was a mess, but otherwise, I was still surprisinglypresentable. I slipped out of my beautiful new dress and hung it in thecloset next to my pants and shirts. "The first of many..." I thought.