"but its your birthday" i said confused "i don't give a fuck. your pleasure is my pleasure" he said. lloyd picked me up and sat me on his dresser and...opened my legs wide. he stood there looking at my long legs and perfect body. he picked me up and put me on the floor where he unzipped the zipper on my dress. under it, was a black bra and a black lace thong. i turned around to show him my ass. "dammn girl" he said. i gave my ass alittle shake&before i knew it i was grinding on him nice and. In comparison, my large, muscular body is an aberration atleast in my mind's eye. My external parts seem so awkward and so useless inspite of their intended functions and especially in comparison to the softcurves and hidden parts women possess instead. Am I really saying I wish Ihad been born a girl? Yeah, in a way I guess I am. I've even triedcrossdressing to see what it was like and man, did I look stupid! How manygirls do you know that are 6'3' tall and weigh 227 lbs.?Just about the time in. A drummer wearing a fierce mask let the group, a double file of warriors forming a phalanx, and they could vaguely see that someone was coming behind them.The procession came to the entranceway, and the drummer stopped for a moment and his drum fell silent. He announced, “Chief John of John’s Tribe demands admission, to visit Chief Mongo of the Farfarers!”The guards stepped aside to allow the procession to continue, but one of them stepped in front of the drummer, saying, “I will lead you to. ’ As Paul, was putting the tea cups on the coffee table, Fiona returned dressed in a button-down dress, but with only the top buttons done up. It also had a very low-cut top, that just about held her braless wrinkly tits in place. ‘Oh Paul, you are a good boy making the tea. Now you seat yourself on the sofa and I will sit here opposite you, and we can have a nice chat. You don’t mind talking to an old lady like me do you?’Absolutely not Mrs Jones, in fact I enjoy the company of older people, I.