Fuck!! Maybe she is acting like a girl in my body. I have to call myself.There's no phone in the bedroom, I have to search for one, there's two doors,...one for the bathroom, I walk through the other one and now I'm in a living room, a small one, with a red sofa in the right, and shelves with a TV, a DVD and an old micro system stereo, beside the sofa is a little table with the phone, great. I sit at the sofa, hell! How this tits balance!! Taking up the phone receiver and dialing my house, I am. . it was a bit embarrasssing because we don't talk about that shit anymore - it's the past. It really turned me on and I figured maybe it would be an interesting read. It's not one of those erotic or dirty normal stories, it may be a bit boring or whatever but anyway.. Read on if you got the time - maybe it will make u hard. On the first day he arrived to NY, I had to go to JFK to pick him up because it was his first time here. I wanted to look the best I could and it had been about 2 months. "Yes." I replied. I then noticed that my wine spilled on my shirt and dripped towards my boobs. "Damn it, I spilled my wine all over my shirt, Mom!" I said in disappointment. Before I can do anything, my Mom speaks. "I love you, Danielle. I will always love you, no matter what happens." Before I can respond, Mom reaches over and grabs me by the arms. "Do you love me, Danielle?" she asked. "I love you, Mom. I will always love you, you know that." I said in a happy tone. Both of our faces were a. “I will not show you my boobs… I just need a phone to call for help…”He then smiled with an evil grin across his face and yelled at me:“Now the price is different… I will fuck your round tight asshole instead”"Please..." I begged sobbing in tears. “I just need a phone…”"After I take this niece piece of ass you have, bitch…” He insisted.My trembling hands reached behind my back and unzipped my dress.It slipped to my ankles and suddenly I found myself fully naked, just on my high heels, in front.