I still wearthem for dance class, but not almost everyday like I did a few yearsago. Those party dresses were bad enough when I was 12. Normally I dre...slike a 12 year old girl, and I'm okay with that. But I've already beenthrough the party dresses and the tights stage of being a sissy. Ireally don't want relive it or to go to school like that."Yes Mother," I said, "I won't complain at all, tights are for littlegirls. I'm not a little girl."My mother laughed and said "You read and write at a. In one pull, he got both my lehenga and panties off me and I was completely naked (except for my jewelry – the necklace, bangles, anklet, and navel chain).He pulled my legs up and opened them to expose the most intimate part of my body. I prepared myself by shaving my pussy and legs completely and knew my skin was very soft and smooth to touch. His first touch on my pussy sent a jolt of electricity through my body to the extent that I immediately felt more wetness ooze out of my pussy. “Oh. Then I pushed faster against that hard cock in my tight ass. It was there just three of us there: me, the mystery cock’s owner in my sore ass and another middle aged man.I recognized him; he worked for our studio…Finally the elevator rose up towards the last floor. I could see the other man looking at me, now obviously in the throes of ecstasy as I was bouncing wildly on the dick up my butt. His dick was obviously hard in his pants. He moved towards the control panel of the elevator and pulled. I wasn’t very experienced and without my hands, I had trouble lining my dick up with her pussy. I grunted and cursed in frustration and she reached down to help me again.This time, I entered her slowly as I wasn’t nearly as desperate as I was earlier. I put most of my weight on my forearms and rested my forehead against hers as her wet heat enveloped me.“Oh, fuck, Mom, that feels so good,” I moaned. “Do you really want me to get you pregnant?” I asked softly, beginning to slowly stroke in and.