Then it grew worse. It was as if all my inner organs were rearranging themselves. I contorted, flexing and stretching my arms and legs and back. ...As I stretched out my arm, I saw that the muscles I had worked so hard to build were shrinking, the coarse dark hair falling out. What foul magic had these women played? I cried out. What was happening to my body? I peeked inside my clothes. The hair on my body was thinning. All the parts of my body arms, legs, hands, feet, head seemed to. Savitha saw this as a bigger hit. But Linga assured her that nothing will be amiss and everything will be alright. There was an implicit faith in Linga by anyone working in his team. Such was the case with Savitha as well. She trusted her manager and went about her tasks to Pratheek and reporting the status of the project to Linga. She did interact with Sanjana to get the status of her work and report it to Linga. This was going on till the end of the project. The interesting part was how Linga. I guess I would be versatile. I like both giving and receiving and enjoy doing both. I enjoy being played with and having the other person enjoy themselves by playing with me too. It’s been a while since I have dressed and I am on my way of getting into it again, now that I don’t have to hide it anymore and don’t have to face the consequences of a broken relationship. It’s more of a hobby for me and quite stress relieving. I’m not obsessed with it or will be doing it daily. I’m not ever going. He was uncovered and laying on his back with his legs spread like a woman having sex. The moonlight was shining in the window opposite of the bed so I could see everything. I could see my uncles big hairy belly and both of his hands, stroking up and down on his 10 inch fat cock. I heard him moan “rub my balls “sissy, please” and then he rubbed his own balls with one hand and said “oh, that feels good, sissy”. He went back to stroking his fat cock with both hands and it wasn’t long before he.