She calls me kanna, I am her only son and pet. She asked me why my underwear is stained too much. I am now aware my plan is working and started my act... I told her nothing mom and also acted as if i was feared. She asked me to tell anything to mom and don’t hide. I slowly started that my penis is becoming bigger and a white stuff comes out automatically, also it pains a little.She laughed at me while I said this and told i think my kanna is becoming a big boy.She asked me not to worry as this is. My head tilts back in a mixture of disgust and fear, and could it be pleasure as you rub my nipple. "These nice breasts are natural Jenna. That is nice" Jenna stand up and dance for me" You turn the radio next to the sofa on. The music is R&B. I look at Jim. "Please honey do as he says"I stand up on my high heel boots and straighten my dress. I start gyrating and moving timidly to the music."There you go Jenna" you encourage me. "Dance and show what a sexy lady you are, come close to me" I move. I wear my shorts one size too small and when I bend down, the spandex crawls deep up my crack. My top hugs my size 34DD breasts tightly. It doesn’t take much friction before my nipples try to poke their way through the material. My nipples are large and active. Warm, cold, wet or dry, they are always on. They are my shining glory. I am no skinny bitch. I am strong, thick and muscular. Every curve a woman wants is evident when I pull on that uniform. Most of our matches are 90 minutes of. Enjoy. Jb7 * The sun was bright and warm, the wind, brisk and chilly. The hills surrounding the small city were bright with the reds and oranges of fall from the hardwoods on the hillsides. It was a beautiful October day. Rosa Montero pulled her light overcoat tighter around her and hurried into the building, moving against the stream of workers leaving at the end of the work day. She was heading for the usual Friday meeting with Lee Brock and Pete Adams, except that Pete wouldn’t be there. He.