I pushed pin in her pussy and keep moving it inside.My tent appeared but I was not in hurry both of us were breathing heavily she was moaning hmm yaa ...ere more harder I was like k mami then some sounds come like my cousins are coming so she move back her saree and I moved back and start chatting normally.We were disappointed but was scared as we can caughtI was going mad so I went and released my self three times in bathroom ,from that day I was like waiting for the moment to fuck her, I. But she was serious. For the life of me, I could not get her to feed me that cum. So it became a fetish. I loved the taste of semen out of a freshly used pussy. We could not conceive, so we ended up divorcing. Now I wanted a woman or a group of women that would fulfill my hunger for semen from their pussies. So back to the ad. I was contacted by a bunch of prostitutes, wanting to charge money for fulfilling my fetish. I thanked them, but brushed them off.About two years ago I was contacted by a. "Are you seriouslysuggesting that I spend the entire holiday as 'Stephanie'?" I enquired,with a tremor in my voice. The idea was at one and the same timeterrifying and strangely exciting."That was my original idea" Sandra confessed; "Then I realised thatthere might be occasions when you would need to appear as 'Stephen' -going through immigration in some of the more puritanical countries forexample. But yes, I do think we should plan for your being in femalemode for most of the time." We paused. "Here Lynn, sign this, here and here" she said as she pointed to thedivorce decree.I tried to hold back a flood of tears unsuccessfully. "B-b-but whatabout our house back home? The one we bought together?" As thoughanything back home would do me any good now."I'll keep the house and whatever else we owned. You won't be needinganything you don't already have here. So it only makes sense that I haveit. In fact I think I'll put a big picture of you as you are now overthe fireplace. It will help.