. aapko apni raand banake rakhunga , kahin malik ko pata na chal jayemalkin; malik ki chinta mat kar uska lund to tere jaisa nahi hai , mujhe chod nah... pate , ab tu hi mera mard hai aur main teri randi ( ye kahani padte hue sanjay meri taraf dekhta hai aur bolta hai munna babu tumhari maa ko main apni randi banaunga khub chodunga usko , main mast ho ke bolta uufffffff sanjay randi bana le khub chod maa ko aise hi nanga kar ke roz ) main uske lund ko chusta lal lal supade ko chusta ched ko chat. There is little we can do to rearrange your classes this term.” He paused a moment. “However, what I can offer you is my time after the day’s scheduled lectures.”“Meaning we would have to meet after hours?”Oh no, that had come out sounding entirely wrong, I realized in mortification. A smirk crossed his face and his eyes filled with laughter.“Well, Ms. Walsh,” his voice clearly fighting against laughter, “I suppose that is correct. We would meet daily to discuss any queries you may have. I will. The game is that whatever one of us wants the other to wear, or not wear, we have to dress identically and we play it by taking turns picking out our attire for the evening, one piece at a time. I might also interject here and add that yes, I have experienced some minimal breast development with widened aureole and slightly more obvious nipples with just a bit of puffiness and extra flesh under them.They were not really obvious but enough so that I had to wear a shirt or tee shirt all the time. It was thinking thoughts to me that only a federation officer should be able to do.I thought, "I need a hint?"The Vargon ship replied, "You are telepath. You need only ask for reset of pass-code, and then give me a new code."'What the hell was this?' I thought.I gave up, shrugged my shoulders and thought "Reset. New pass-code is..." I paused and tried to come up with something then smiled and thought, 'Wedding.'The Vargon ship responded, "You can not use the same code as old one. Please provide.