Itwas a light blue one with a rainbow and a cute unicorn, my sister wasfixing my hair. Mom told dad that I am now dressing like a girl. Helooked at me...and I think he was trying to remember the son that I lookedlike days before. He told mom that he needed a drink. Mom was now madand asking was that all he was going to do? Mom followed him and a nightof screaming and fighting started. I told my sister, that I didn't wantto be the cause of their fights. She said they were not fighting. Theywere. After a while he started making love by withdrawing fully and then thrusting his cock right upto the hilt. Each thrust of his was making me crazy with pleasure. This carried on till I was on he verge of an orgasm. By a strange co incidence he too discharged inside me at that very moment. God, was it a gush of fluids! It must have been stored inside him for months. I think the voices of pleasure that escaped from my throat must have woken you up. It took you almost ten minutes to arrive by which. "Oh my god, oh my god, I've never won anything in my life," she said When she got to the stage, I took her shoulders in my hands and told her to look at me. "What is your name?" Ginger," she said. "Ginger, do you know what you're going to have to do?" I'm not sure," she said. "I don't know what you want me to do." I'm not sure myself," I said, "but you have to be willing to be naked and have sex with me in front of all these women." I want to do it," she said. "All right, but there's no backing. He always makes me feel so nervous at the same time as feeling like a woman on heat. All it takes is one look. We leave the departure lounge, paying the parking fee on the way and chat about the usual surface talk, careful not to mention our feelings for each other, it is too soon for heavy stuff. Just before his 33 rd birthday in November we “met”, unconventionally through the Internet. He sent me the first message. In grammatically incorrect English the winning words of his.