My best friend turned bitch name is Hasini my classmate with 5.3ft tall and perfect figure wheatish body which anyone could die for having stats 32-28...34 with flowing hair until her hips with full of attitude and rude to everyone possible.Coming to the sex story it happened 3 days ago it all started in this way we were very best friends from day 1 of our college and used to help each other in all possible ways to get good academic marks we liked each other but we had egos when it came to a. Oh, and John, I want you to buy one orso of those French maid dresses. You'll look so cute", she addedsarcastically.What transgendered man has not thought at least once of performing as acute little French maid dressed prettily in a black satin maid's dress,ruffled panties, petticoat, cap, gloves, stockings and finally the pi?cede r?sistance, the erotic patent pumps with ankle straps? I wasthrilled and eagerly set about buying these treasures. I was in factdelighted to find that my wife was. But without pallu covering her blouse and her bare naked milky white belly and she holding her saree up on her hips made Rashmi jealous of her mothers beauty. She opened kitchen window little more and what she saw took her into a trauma for almost a week.She saw her well built brother Chinmai pounding her mother from behind. Suddenly phone in the house started ringing. “Chinnu it must be your father” said Vasundhara. “Ok maa I can’t stop now , just give me a minute and I will finish pounding”. The days are much shorter now. I still have a hard time with that- shorter, colder days, grey skies, and impending holidays which means more social demands from the family. I never had such a hard time adjusting to the change of seasons. I guess a summer of sex would do that do you. I blew on my cold hands as I shuffled to my car. As soon as it turned over, I turned on the heat. I was still sad and even more horny. I needed a good fuck to chase the blues away for a few hours. So, off to my.