Mujhse wait nai kiya ja raha tha but kya kar skta tha.Aur fir wo din aa hi gya mere ghr me koi bhi nahi tha. Wo apni frnd k sth mere ghr aayi aur uski...frnd ne mujhe wish kiya aur wo apne bf k sth nikal gyi. Jaise hi wo gayi maine door band kiya aur hum ek dusre pe tut pade. Kiss karte karte maine uske kapde nikal diye.Uske boob suck karne laga. Kareb 10 min tk boobs suck karta raha aur wo moan karti rahi ahh uhhh…. fir dire dhire mai uski naval tk gya aur wo mere baal me apne hath fer rahi thi.. There were false eyelashes which I always enjoy putting on and pink eye-shadow. My lips I realised were going to be red......how appropriate andwith a touch of gloss. I finished of by rolling up the stockings, puttingon the shoes and the maids dress with matching garter and apron. Finallywith the wig on I teetered in front of the mirror on the ridiculously highheels feeling every bit the simpering sissy I looked. It was time to godownstairs.Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door which. We also bought sexy clothes for each of us. We took photographs of each of us undressing for the other. Over time, the photos became more revealing, not just of bodies, but of desires and longings. They seemed to document our erotic awakening over many years. We bought a book about glamour photography and I started encouraging Gina to experiment with new and more provocative poses. She seemed to enjoy it—as long as it was behind closed doors. I so often looked for ways to reassure Gina that I. On the way we talked about everything under the sun and then the topic turned to something that had been bothering Cory for a longest time; my relationship with the girls. “John,” he said hesitantly, broaching the subject. “What’s going on between you and your granddaughter anyway? I mean, I know it’s none of my business and tell me to butt out but I know something’s not right there and you know you could get yourself into a lot of trouble.” “Cory ol’ friend,” I said very slowly, “I know.