"I see you've beenpracticing your feminine mannerisms." She grinned. "If you're going todress as a girl. You'll have to remember to act like one."She ...ade a pot of tea. Poured us both a mug and sat down opposite me. Itook a gentle sip of tea."To be honest," Mum said breaking the silence. "I prefer you as a boyMike. But tell me honestly." She looked right at me. "Tell me how youfeel? How do the clothes you're wearing feel?"I put my mug down and looked up at my mother. "I feel right Mum. It'shard. She tell she didnt ask this then I make clear that if I had girlfriend I wouldn’t be virgin.And asked about her.She gave a humorous reply,”Same as you”.Then we chatted even more and this time vulger things.During makar sakarant I have fest in my collage, I went to jaipur to celebrate it because I love kite flying.I arrived at late night and went to sleep.In morning there was a knock on door, I was only wearing my boxers,when I open the door it was shivi and asking for my sis for walk,but I tell. It became important to me and still is, but….” She paused.“But,” I repeated. “It’s always what comes after the word ‘but’ that says what you really think.”Megan chuckled, nodding, indicating she knew what I meant.“But underneath all my teaching and being a feminist, I began hating that word and felt a part of me was being swallowed up by my career and I was compromising who I was and knew I was missing something. Do you know what I mean?”“Yes, you were living an image of what you thought you. They are perfectly wide. I love your ass, how round and firm it is. How it jiggles when you walk. I love how it ripples when I smack it.” He said turning over, on top of me.“I love how warm and wet you get when you get all excited.” He said as he rubbed on my clit.I bucked my back in anticipation.“Like this…. I love how your body responds when I touch you. How wet you are when I stick…. One…. Two fingers deep inside your pussy.” He said in my ear, his fingers inside me.“I love how you start.