But I felt I could not be without him. He said we’d make time. Every alternative, he had a solution to. And not something stupid or far-fetched…so...ething totally relevant! Woah! Why am I praising him? Why can’t I fight off these feelings? What the fuck is going on!? Am I gay!? Even though he had an answer, I couldn’t help but ask these questions to myself and similar ones thereafter as he tried to calm me with his strong-passioned and caring words. They just went into one ear and out the other.. Mere muh mei bahut saara virya bhar gaya phir mai utha aur prakashi ne foren apna muh khol diya boli pila de mere raja apna maal aur maine saara ka saara maal apne muh se uske muh mei thook diya Prakashi bade aaraam se saara pee gayi boli maza aa gaya phir usne apni zabaan mere muh mei daal kar bacha khucha virya mere muh aur zabaan se chaat liya boli beta maza aaya maine kaha aisa to maine sapno mei bhi nahi socha tha. Prakashi boli mujhe bhi saalo ke baad itna maza aaya mere chikne aashiq. Then with his strength he tore my kameez exposing my boobs to him for first time. Then I dropped my last bit of clothing. He saw my boobs and cunt through mirror. He is cupping my breasts from below pushing them upwards.He is circling my nipples with his finger. Now, he twisted my nipples hard with his finger. I faced him and asked him to enjoy my body completely without any inhibition . and he pinched my nipples and twisted them. He is mauling my boobs with his hands. He is holding my left. Terri called over another lady, who began to take measurements foralterations, and without even batting an eye she asked Mummy if I wouldbe wearing breast forms, or would I go as is. Again there was adiscussion, and in the end, the dress was pulled off my shoulders, and atight push-up bra replaced my wispy training bra, the dress was back up,and the measuring resumed. Twenty minutes later, she pronounced itdone, and the lady told Melanie that it would be ready in five days.Back into the.