She crossed the room to the dresser and picked out some nudeshear stockings and a tight strappy hot pink top. Crossing the room, shepicked up some ho... pink patent ankle high ballet heels. Moving to theskirts she picked out a deep purple shimmering satin knee length skirt.Noticing a small stool in the center of the room, she sat down, strippedoff her shoes and stocking and replaced them with the ones she had pickedout. It felt so natural to put these clothes on and she hardly noticedher long. ”“That’s all right,” I assured her. Most of me meant it, but some small part could not help being worried. What if I turned into something gross? Like a cockroach? Or a spider? Yuk! I hate spiders. But even if the animal hidden within my genes was not as cool as a cat, it would still be incredible.“There are two things you must do before you can shift,” explained Candi. “The first one is wait until you’re eighteen. The second is…” she paused, as if afraid of how I would react to whatever it was. Unke haath ab dheere dheere mummy ke saya ke naade par aa gaya. Unhone mummy ko kiss karte hue ek jhatke mein hi saya ke naade ko khol diya. mummy ki saya sarak kar neeche zamin par gir gayee. mummy ne panti nahi pahni thi. Ab mummy ki nangi gaand par unka lund laga hua tha. Main itna josh mein aa gayaa tha ki mere lund se paani bhi chhoot gaya tha. Main unka lund dekhna chahta tha lekin mera muh to unke pith ki taraf tha. Phir wo mummy ke blaouse utarne ke baad unhone pichhe se mummy ke bra ka. Now, Teds cock owns you, slut. Open your throat and give yourself to Ted. 20 seconds went by, and Teds cock was still deep in her throat, pulsing, not moving. She began to panic as 40 seconds rolled around and Ted tried to push deeper, rolling his hips against her lips. Her throat closed tightly with fear. Give yourself to Teds cock, you stupid slut. That cock owns you now. Let yourself go, you were born to die on that cock you worthless slut. Natyas panic became true as she realized what he.