"Are you okay dear?" she asked. "You're shaking like a leaf." I'm fine," I replied. "Just a bit nervous. It's all so much to take inso quickly." You h...ve nothing to worry about. My son is very fond of you, he has beenfor some time," she reassured me. "I have to ask though, do you lovehim?" Pardon my Queen?" The question took me by surprise."Do you love my son?"And that was the million dollar question. As Nick I didn't. I was aheterosexual guy. But Nicole. Well she definitely felt something for. Sometimes, she used to drop her small hairpins in her shirt and then she always asked me to slide my hands into her shirt between two buttons and then search for that hairclip between her boobs and I used to fondle that soft breast. I used to roll my fingers on her nipples and sometimes I used to pinch them and then she slapped my dick which was erect in my pants. I even fucked her in the girl’s college washroom many times. So this time she asked me to come to her place for a quick fuck session. " But her mother was against any kind of hormone therapy, worried about what it would do to her daughter's emotional health and her sexuality. She called her daughter in sick and Tammie was left to spend the day replaying her humiliation in her mind, trying to find just where she'd gone wrong and how it might be changed for the better. But then, maybe it would be better to go back to her old ways of being chaste and innocent -- as innocent as she could be under the circumstances, at least.Now. She said “dekh liya kuchh nihi hai”. I said “mujhe aur talashi leni hai”. I placed my both hands on her boobs & started pressing them. She said “aap yeh kya kar rahe hai, chodiye mujhe ghar jaana hai”. I said”. I said ” muh bund kar ke chup khadi rah, nahi to sub meri maa aur teri maa ko buta dunga”. Now she understood that there was nothing she could do. She stood there calm & motionless. I started pressing her medium sized boobs hidden in her bra. First, she was feeling a little.