What’s going on!”Smiling to myself as I headed, two-stepping it, downstairs, “It’s only Michelle mom.”Turning the corner at the end of the s...airway I met her head on. “And who is this Michelle?” She asked, arms akimbo, barely moving as I whisked past her toward the French doors and out into the backyard. I laughed and called back over my shoulder, “I’ll tell you all about it when I get back in a while.”“Boy they were early,” I said to myself as I dashed across the lawn. Just as I reached the. Kyu komal?K.: sahi baat hai. Rukiyr na madhvi bhabhiM: sharmati hai aur ruk jati hai.Bache bahar chale jate hai aur tappu darwaja lock kar deta hai.Ander jetha lal komal aur madhvi dono ko kamar se pakad ke bed pe jake baith jata hai.3 ek dusre ko dekhte hai aur smile karte hai. Tabhi komal jethalal ko dhakka deke sula deti hai aur kiss karne lagti hai. Idhar madhvi bhi jethalal ki pant nikal deti hai aur jetha ke lund ko chaddi ke uper se pakad leti haiM: jetha bhai aapka to lund nai hathoda. Well, from the neck down anyway. From the neck up Gracie shits all over me. She has such a pretty face. While I was wearing that g string she put her arms around my thigh and kissed the cheek of my ass and whispered. "Your ass is so beautiful. I love your ass." Then she kissed it again only this time a long sucking type of kiss. It tickled and made me laugh.After a while instead of just handing me bras and panties she began to put them on me, pulling panties up my legs and stuffing my tits. As she went shopping, Ipulled out the only pictures I had of myself as a girl, wondering howI would look now that I was older.It took both of us four hours to get me ready and then dressed, butwhen I looked in the mirror I saw an older version of the younger girlI had become at one time. My bust was a nice 36C, my waist, courtesyof the waist nipper a svelte 26, and my hips a rounded 35, was allaccented by the shirtwaist dress I had on, a red dress with whitepolka dots, and on my feet low white.