I look up at you, seeking a sign of approval, and the very sight of my big adoring eyes is too much, it's too nice, it will never make you hard again!...You slap my face, the wounded look I wear well, sends new blood flowing through your veins and I feel you grow in my mouth. It pleases me, I foolishly think it's my skill. Clutching handfuls of my knotted hair, you move me faster on you, push me down brutally, you need it, I need you. Both ends of me are dripping, both ends of me ache. I pull. "Can't fool you forever, can I? Yes, girl clothes.Isn't that nice? And I'm going to be kind enough to give you a say-so instyle. Do you want to start slow, with girly pants and tops, or would itbe more comfortable to go ahead and go all out?"It wasn't as easy a question as it seemed. If I took it slow, people wouldsee me becoming more feminine and assume I was becoming a gaytransvestite. If I went ahead with the full package, perhaps I couldarrange for somebody else to run the business and I. If the boulder did not hide the large entrance you'd probably be able to see the cave from a long ways off.Dale walked further into the cave and was surprised to find that it was comfortably warm inside. As he walked around, he noticed that one section of the floor was particularly smooth, flat, and hard. This was more like what you might expect to find on an area exposed to flowing water or blowing wind for great lengths of time; but no water or wind was present. Suddenly Dale felt very sleepy. Tum aise nahin maanoge.ye lo tumhaare liye” usne jo orha tha use hataate huye aur bra ka hook khol kar apni chuchi ubhaarte huye kaha”ab to maanoge hi nahin to jaaoge kahaan?”Sahi me mere dil me bhi khalbali mach gayi.itni kareeib se uska khula chuchi dekh kar mast ho gaya main. Usne bola”kyon majaa aayaa na?” aao ab mere paas aakar mujhe majaa dilaao. Bas phir kya tha. Main uske paas gaya.uske piche ho kar jaise hi maine hoton ko uske gale par aur haathon ko chuchiyon par rakh kar nipplon ko.