Nitya aunty asked me about my life in IIT and so and so forth. My mom asked Devyani about her studies and all. I got to know that she was doing her gr...duation in English Literature from St. Stephen College (DU); alongwith this, she was learning Spanish and Salsa hand-in-hand. During dinner, we never talked except once she asked me to pass the custard. Few times our eyes met, but I was feeling ashamed to face her.The weather was a bit warm owing to the afternoon rain and eveningn the breeze was. He looked in the mirror, and staring back at him was a vision offemininity.He decided to go to the store, maybe to buy some groceries, or clothes.The slippers he had been wearing slowly morphed into stiletto boots,each with a 5 inch heel. His socks had turned transparent and snakedtheir way his legs, making them look even sexier. As Bob searched forhis keys, he failed to realize that he was losing something veryimportant between his legs. As he became she, she felt her boxers takeon a smoother,. My fingers and the vibration of my tongue was just what she needed to soar over the edge into bliss. Her hips started churning a move I once saw a native New Zealand dancer do, causing my fingers to plunge in and out rapidly and my neck vertebrae to start snapping like a devil chiropractor was working on them. I’m pretty sure she screamed, but it was hard to tell with her thighs pressed so tightly over my ears, which was probably a blessing because I’m sure she shattered a vase. How long does. God, she loved sex. It had only been a couple of months since she had lost her cherry, but she found herself thinking of sex almost all of the time. Her hands went to her breasts, cupping them, her fingers automatically finding her hard erect nipples and pinching and pulling on them. One hand slid down between her legs to feel the warm moistness there, a finger finding her huge erect clit and gently rubbing it. She forced herself to stop, knowing that if she didn't she'd lay there the whole day.