I had friends but most were geeks - I think that term fits - like me. I wasn't a virgin. I went to hookers for sex. Even us not-too-good looking guys ...ike sex also.I was doing income taxes when Marti came in. She had the prettiest smile. I had her sit down and took her information and did her taxes for her. She treated me so nice. According to her tax form she was eighteen and lived at home. She worked at a local store as a cashier. She started her job right after high school graduation.I asked. I looked at his sleeping figure, more specifically his hand covering his cock. I could see his large balls and then I noticed the white liquid splashed all over his chest and tummy. It wasnt dried up or caked up yet and I figured dad had jerked off and passed out only minutes before I had walked in. For some reason that made me even wetter. I looked back at the television in time to see dad eating the woman out, another close-up but this time the steadiness of the shot had me thinking it was on. ‘Vikas, zyaada socho mat – mere andar ghusaa do. Mujhe peeche se fuck karo.’ I quite enjoy anal sex and while his penis was large, I had accommodated much larger monsters before and knew that this would be far more pleasurable than painful.Finally, he began sliding into me. Sloppily at first, but he quickly picked up rhythm and confidence. ‘Vikas, wahaan pe thooko. Easier rahega. Aur mujhe gaali do’. He complied, lubricating my asshole with his spit. ‘Saali maa ki lodi, amir baap ki randi, yeh. "This is the report of your court-appointedpsychiatrist. It is different from the report which wassent to me before your sentencing. Read it."Andrea started to skim through the report, not believingwhat she saw. "The subject admits to a lifelong fixationwith wearing women's clothing, and expressed the desire toundergo sex reassignment surgery." This is bullshit!" she shouted. After months of hormones,and hours of voice lessons, she had developed a woman's wayof speaking, but suddenly she.