Na chahte howe bhi main us ke kamre main chali ghai.har koe thaka howa tha es liye kisi ne koe diyan hi na diya.mere kamre main jate hi us ne lock ker...diya.mera hath paker ker bed per le ghai.kehne legha “saima mujhe yaqeen tha ka tum zaroor aao ghi”main kuch na boli.us ne time zaya ki beghair mujhe bed per leta liya aur khud mere oper late ghia,main bhi khumar main behall ho rahi thi.us ne mere hoot suck keren shoru ker diye.aur apni zaban mere moon main dal di jis ko main khudbekhud hi. I had that Polaroid picture tucked in a book on my shelf in mybedroom for at least 4 months after that night. I would take itout all the time and look at it because it was the most feminineand convincing of all the shots taken that night. I eventuallytore it up and threw it out for fear that someone would comeacross it one day and I'd be totally embarrassed in trying toexplain it.But I still clearly remember how great it felt to be dressed100% as a girl again, and in front of other people after. Maine jaake jab udhar dekha to bahut hi achi. Sexy bra and panty padi thi. Maine unmein se kuch utha li jo mujhe bahut achi lagi.Ek din main and sonam college se sham ko wapis aaye and bahut shak gaye the. Hamare college ki dress shirt and trousers hota hai to as usual room mein aate hi maine apni shirt kholi and neeche se red color ki satin bra dikhne lagi. Sonam ne use dekha aur mujhse pucha ki itni sexy bra kahan se layi to maine use shop ka bata diya to usne apne haath se bra ka kapda touch. I found that it was good! I was going to ass-cum with my son! He began to move from the delicate strokes which he had started with and picked up the pace a bit as his prick dilated the sphincter muscle allowing a swifter sawing of the sausage stuffing my bottom. I opened myself to the inevitable, accepting the total submission this act symbolized. I could smell the faint fecal odor and the sensation of elimination and reversal cycling again and again queerly was pleasurable in a way I had.