Mai aap ko job dila sakta hu. waise mera naam raj hai aur mai 58 saal ka hu. (infact 26 saal ka )razia- accha raj ji aap mujhe naukri dilayingeraj kyu...nahi. abhi mai ne ek punjabi aurta ko job dilaye hai. wo khus hai.razia- plz mujhe bhi koi acchi job dila doraj – jaroor.aap ghar me akeli hoti horazia-haaraj – aap ke pati ko gujre kitne saal ho gayerazia-25 saalraj- kabhi kami mahsus nahi hoti uskirazia – hoti to hairaj- mere bhi biwi nahi hairazia-aap akele horaj- haarazia- kaha rahte horaj. That's his cock. "Oh, God. Sorry." He interrupts me with a kiss, one so passionate I can't resist it too. I close my eyes, allowing my mouth to open, and letting his tongue venture into my mouth. Our tongues touch, and it's the weirdest thing ever. I've never had something so... Compelling happen ever before. His hand moves up my leg, and I can feel my boxer briefs become ever more tightening. My cock straining up against them. He notices this and starts to stroke it before unzipping my. I hated that. This was like playing dress up and I'd never been into that. I definitely wasn't a lipstick lesbian. Thank God the hormones didn't seem to affect that.When she was done, I looked in the mirror and the first thing that jumped out at me was the black eyeliner and the dark red lipstick. I would've complained about it but all I could see was the way her eyes shined at me. If it made Gretchen happy I'd just have to accept being dressed up like a Barbie doll."You look fabulous!" she. The microscopic white g-strings sent them into a fit of giggles and when I reached into another drawer of the dresser and fished out two pairs of hold up stockings, I thought they were going to die laughing!"What?" I grinned, feeling very foolish, "What the hell are you laughing at?"They laughed and ushered me out the door, telling me to leave it to them to choose their clothes,"Don't worry darling" mum laughed, "You'll enjoy it!"I did too, when I arrived back from getting the Polaroid films.