He pressed deep into me each time holding it for a few seconds each time, the tip of his cock pressed against the wall of my vagina, making me moanHe ...egan quickening his pace, and so did my moaningHe pushed deep inside me one more time, deeper and harder than before, I cried out. He kept it there. My left cheek fell flat against the wooden floor, I could see his right foot slide closer to my face under the T shirt that covered my head.“Suck!” I could hear the stranger cry out from his heavy. Eventually I had to disagree with the AI. That girl was twelve going on a hundred and twelve. Not just in body development but in actions too. She initiated the contact from start to finish. She pursued her mother's sponsor and finally caught him mostly or maybe all the way asleep and impaled herself on his morning wood. A locked door might have kept her out a bit longer but one of his concubines coming or going from the room would have mooted the point eventually. Still it was hard. I. I put the hand under her shirt (Kameej, an Indian outfit which women wear) and started feeling her big breasts over the bra. I put my other hand between her legs over her salwar (An Indian outfit like loose trouser which women wear). I waited for moments without doing anything. She showed no sign of any reaction and I started finding the hidden treasure. I could feel her pussy lips with my hand over her salwar. My greed increased and I slowly started to undo her lash of Salwar. I was successful. "You are a woman now. So am I, and I have seenother naked women before." She pulled gently at the hair at the base ofmy belly. This stung more and I saw some hairs pull off, but not all. Iwas left with a small oval patch of hair above and around my new femalegenitalia, a woman's pattern."Here." She held out a faded black dress to me. "Now cover yourself.Put this on."I was so bewildered that I gave no objection as she pushed the dressover my head and shoulders. The material was coarse and worn,.