"She flung a file, with my name on the cover, across the desk. I opened the file, which contained a single sheet of coding. I turned the sheet over an... found Samantha Lawson's name written at the bottom of the page. Problem solved. Samantha's test paper was in my file, presumably mine were in Samantha's file.I turned around and walked towards the door."Where are you going?" Ms. Suzannah Weston's voice rose several decibels, and octave, with her question."I'm going to get the author of this. After the act both of us are fully exhausted and that ecstasy reaches the peak when we climax together.On that Saturday evening I reached home from office little early than normal and we decided to go to linking road which is a 15 min drive from the place where we stay in bandra. She wanted to buy some nighties, I wanted her to buy the once which have front opening so that it is easy for us to open them on the bed. The ones which are round need a little more time to open as they have to be. My shoulders are narrow. I dream of having large breasts. I always marvel at women with massive, natural breasts. Wishing I could have them too. What a joy it would be to feel them jiggle with each step.If I could wake up in the morning with a large pair of breasts, that would be sheer bliss.As for the penis, for years I have plotted and planned its removal, its disection and transformation into a perfect pussy. Of course, it is a complicated procedure. If only I could wake up with a beautiful. We found an album in the local chemist's shop where I'd bought the camera earlier on, so while I was there I bought two more films, they were (and still are) very expensive for only eight exposures but for what mum and I had in mind, I'd have paid treble that amount."He knows" she whispered as we left the shop, "He knows what you're doing with the camera." How can you tell that?"Looking for all the world like a conspirator in some international plot, she looked to see if anyone could overhear.