During that 1st month away from my mothers i enjoyed my freedom, i could dress up in my lady clothes whenever i pleased which was 24 hours a day almos..., it was during this time that i realised that i wasnt a man but a girl who was inside a male body. Id shave my body hair and paint my nails, i gave myself a female name which was Cindy, id buy female clothes and underwear almost everyday. (Anyway back to the story of which i was going to tell you). I was at my flat all dressed up one evening. Some of the points that are made here have their origin in the critique of a single story; others are my personal crusades. So if it feels like I’ve chosen a fairly arbitrary ***********ion of things to talk about, that’s why.The reader only has your words to guide themWhen you have a picture in your mind of what you want to happen in a story, it’s surprisingly easy to leave out details that you plan to rely on. Ideally, important events in your narrative shouldn’t require your reader to. Sowmya was already feeling mad, and when he pushed her back, she spread her legs even wider and held them with her hand. Her cunt was wide open, and Borah pushed his cock deep inside her while she was still coming. “Awwwwwwwwwwwwww” she moaned as she felt his cock pushed deep inside her.And as he started fucking her, she didn’t stop but continued coming. “Ohhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhhhhh” she moaned as he started banging her hard. Borah remembered her arrogance from that previous evening,. I moved my right hand down searching to find her clit. When I got to her pussy I found Sue’s hand was already there and she was givung her clit a healthy workout.I could feel my juices rising … Then… “What the hell?” OOPS that voice … that is definitely my wife.‘WHAM ‘ I screamed and pushed forward Sue groaned.I started to pull back . ‘ Wham’ I don’t know what she is using but she is spanking my ass. With every spank I drive deeper and Sue now.