Kitne din mere paas rahogi…Nisha-aaaahhh 8-10 din to pakka rahungi…Mujhe bahut chudna hai tum se…Aaahhh.. Jab chut ekdum chud chud kr lal ho jay...gi tab main peehar chali jaungi…Aaahh…Aaaahhh…Raj-aaahhh meri randi bahut maza de rahi hai tu…Chal meri kutiya ban ja…Aaahhh…Tere uper chdh kr maza aayega…Nisha-ooohhh my darling…Nisha to teri kutiya ban kr chut marwane k liye tyar hai…Aahhh…Lo ban gai kutiya….Ab chadh jao mere uper…Aaahhh…Pichhe aa jao..Aahhh…Aaahhh raj aah…Ab ye last chudai hai fir. In life it is very, very hard to be who you are, society tries to shape you into whom it wants you to be instead. Society says that men don?t cry and that ladies shouldn?t raise their voice. Society tries to stomp out our emotions and kill who we really are. After being changed it is worse, much worse. You see after being changed you stay who you are in your mind. Twenty something years of personal history is very hard to throw away over night. There is no magic to wearing girl's clothes, or to. .. I love how hard your nipples get!"A sick feeling filled me and I was about to replace the receiver on its cradle when I had the shock of my life, "They only get that way for you Dan."That voice... my god... it was my own mothers!The implications of this tore my soul asunder - my mother and my son were having an affair... having sex!How long has this been going on? What sorts of things does she do that makes him happy? How do I compare to my own mother?These and many more strange thoughts. Then she plunged her mouth over it and gave me a blowjob that was as full of adoration as it was of lust.I had half-thought Airis had a thing for me, but she was such an unassuming, humble person that she would never have pressed her claims above the other women in the office. She would have deferred to the showbiz charms of the deputy ambassador, stepped aside for the mature, elegant virtues of the accountant, and would probably have folded the clothes of the ambassador herself and fanned us.