I’m Javed, a graphic designer by profession and work alone at small unit of my own. I earn enough to lead a comfortable life. Bike’s have been my ...eakness. Changing a bike every now and then, modifying it according to my fantasies and selling them, of course with quite a good margin of profit has been my part time business too. As known to almost all, girls fall for bikes and specially the speeding ones.Now back to continuing my story, I stopped by a roadside tea stall for a hot cup of tea. It. Never in public, always at home, alone. I guess it began when he was 12or 13, and he found some old female clothes in a trunk. He just feltcompelled to try them on.His fantasies revolved mainly about him being a little boy and eitherforced to dress as a girl by a dark queen, maybe even brainwashed andmagically transformed into her slave girl and even daughter and forced tobe more and more girly and evil like her new mistress but dressed like anadult with long nails and very high heels.For hours. It was over. Just like that, it was over!Mona, feeling vulnerable and used, stared up into the blackness filling the tent, trying to stem the flood of tears welling in her eyes. It had been no different than all the times before, no different at all! And she had no idea what to do!"You shameless bitch!" Jason Jefferies chided his wife. "Seducing your own nephew!"Without a word, Liz ran a hand down over the hardness of her husband's stomach, eventually finding the bone-hard spike of manmeat. Things changed a lil cause I got to be around her alot. I started trying more often to feel her little sexy body that she flaunted around the house in her tight shorts that looked like you painted them on and her shirts that always showed the perfect amount of cleavage. I know she did it on purpose just to tease me.Usually it was the same routine we would come home grab a snack, watch some tv, and do or chores before mom got home. I started getting braver and walking up behind her while she.