As you would recall, this was all part of a plan. A strategy. A meansto an end. But that was no longer a major issue. I ENJOYED the role Iwas now ...n. I loved being a girl and being their daughter.It was wonderful to be able to dress in soft frilly pretty things when Iwished, or to act as a son would have at other times. To be both a sonand a daughter in one happy package.It was good to be able to pull off the day's clothes and replace themwith a simple but soft nightie prior to being. The narrow rock shelf I'm lying on doesn't give me much else to look at, other than the crumbled remains of the significantly narrower bike trail above.I suppose I'm better off than my bike. It's somewhere down there. I might be able to see it, if I could move. Things are broken, that's for sure. I can't even pinpoint what, because the one time I was stupid enough to try to shift position, the mind-numbing agony made me wish I'd followed my bike.One last ride. That's what I told her. Guess I. “Damn it. So, are you going to introduce us?” There, if she had been able to somehow tell herself she was not a slut that was now over. She was given to someone else and she knew she would do it, there was no denying that counted as slutty.The man stepped a bit closer and she smiled when he extended his hand to shake hers.“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Steven, and uh, are you seriously okay with this?”She shook his hand, in a weird way she started to like him. He wasn’t the bossy kind or. She is moaning “Rahul…….do like that….ur cock is drilling me to the end……..it is touching my womb….I am feeling this happiness now only…….what the strokes you are giving me……..I cannot forget this happiness…..Your uncle did not fuck me like this…pls.. Rahul………..fuck me vigorously and increase the speed of your strokes…..” I am mad and increased my speed as per her request. After fucking her for 20 minutes, she told me that she is coming. She came like a flood and her love juice is flowing from.