I tried to make more progress. I took off myold shirt and took a new one, putting it on. In a few short moments, a collargrew and rounded itself off. ...he white turned to a shiny pink and buttonsappeared where none were before. I stared in disbelief at the blouse I waswearing and removed it, when it promptly restored itself to its normalcondition.I thought I could just get around the problem by only wearing old clothes.But after a quick count, I figured I probably could get by three or four. With the help of my Dad’s law firm I was able to get a large settlement from the insurance company because the guy driving the cigarette boat was drunk. So there I was, 24 years old and owning a beautiful house and having a lot of money, but very messed up. I went into a serious depression and dropped out of my university engineering classes. Pim was a great help at this time and would often get a sitter for Chrissie and spend the night with me holding me in bed and having gentle sex with me.. I lick her and ah the pleasure I receive from drinking their love juices. Its funny how many different textures of cum there are, I love the rich thick white cum that flows out of her pussy in clumps. But the thin clear sperm is all right too. There are also a lot of different colors of sperm from bright white cum, to a shade of yellow. I prefer the milky white cum.Her lovers always find it amusing to watch me dive down between her legs and push my face into her well-used, spunk-filled pussy.. Not even while using the loo. She is to address me as “malkin (mistress)”.she said “Ji malkin.”Then I went to her. And asked her to spread her legs. She compiled. I touched her soft inner thighs. She trembled. I moved my finger slowly towards her bushy vagina. It was still very wet.“Tumko bahot mazaa aaraha hai na? (You are enjoying it all?)”. She did not reply.I caught a bunch of her pubic hairs and pulled. She whined in pain. I replied with a slap.“Jab mein kuchh poochhoon to jawab do. (When.