Rekha is a simple fair woman who has flesh at the right places. Her dumb husband is Kiran and he is working in a MNC.I met Rekha the very first time i... the balcony when i went to dry my clothes. She was there too drying her washed clothes. She was wearing a simple saree, no makeup, a typical home maker but she was beautiful. I was awestruck by her beauty and without her noticing I was enjoying her beauty. Suddenly our eyes met. We shared a smile and then we introduced ourselves. Then only I. She explained how suicidal she had felt when the doctors told her thatshe would never have a daughter. She had almost gone out of her mind.Grieving for the daughter she'd never have, her mind had been seizedwith thoughts of harming herself, of running away, even of findinganother family to love, one with a daughter Blair's age. But then,like a Biblical miracle, she and the Finlaysons had been saved by thefortuitous discovery that Blair was a transsexual."That's what you are, Blair - you're a. Making love for hours, until they both knew they had to get some sleep. Johns tongue sliding inside her pussy, making her arch her back in delight as she caressed her breasts, she let her mind drift off to another place as she found herself parting her legs a little, and bending her knees.Amber let her right hand wander down to caress her stomach, her fingers lightly tickling as they slid down lower, to trail over her hairless pussy, moving over her slit in long, soft strokes as she closed her. It’s a good one, too, not stopping until I’m well into dry heave status. Afterward, I blow my nose and move to the kitchen. Water and crackers is a good, safe starting point. I find that, once the first barf is out of the way, I tend to recuperate quickly. Maybe, if I’m real lucky, I’ll even be capable of driving into work today. Work. Shit. It’s 5:15, so I have hours left before I have to go in. Those are hours I could use to come up with a plan for today’s session. I decide to put last night.