38 hay is story may mary kuch bacpan ki bhi story hay ap friends ko story pasand aye to mujhy zaroor reploy dain mayra e-mail hay to boys and girls m...y jis tim 6th ya 7th may thi ya us waqat ki bat hay may us waqat alone thi mayra koi bahi bahan nahi tha or apny mumy papa ki ladli thi may apny mumy papa kay sath rat ko un kay room may soti thi rat ko aksar may dakhti kay mumy papa kuch kar rahy hain room ki lite off hoti thi lakin kuch ajeeb sa nazr ata tha jo mujhy samjh nahi ata tha may. Before falling asleep however, he did take more time to explore his body. The exploration had ended in a warm orgasm that coursed through his body and vibrated with a delightful hum. Somehow he felt a bit more feminine, and the body felt a bit less foreign after the experience. After that, he slept soundly."Oh Janice!" Rosemary repeated, putting a hand on Paul's shoulder, "is it really you?" Her voice had reached a shrill pitch. She was a bit on edge."No, I'm Paul. Please ... I'm still Paul!. How should she behave?" I used them, as submissives," I said."No, sir, I beg to differ. Those ceremonies were very clear. You said that they would be yours. You said that you would take them. They offered themselves, and you accepted. They are yours." You've been pushing this," I accused."I thought that this was what you wanted, sir," Girl said. "You were treating them like you were going to make them yours. You deserve to have them as yours. You discovered them, and helped them realize what. She was a mildly attractive girl, my sister: nice hips, better-than-decent tits, if her ass was somewhat lacking. Her brown, wavy hair, though usually done up in a ponytail, now hung down naturally. I wasn’t turned on by the sight of her—just horrifyingly embarrassed. I wanted to avert my eyes, but I also felt the need to demand some sort of explanation from her. So I kept my eyes locked with hers. Neither of us said anything for a few seconds. I think she was waiting for me to speak. But then,.