H.hhhh….asa chitkar baher aala. Mi Maya chi stuti karu laglo tichya rupabaddal bolu lagtach ti laju lagli. Tila tichya maherala jaiche hote te watet...h aslyane mi tithe thamblo. Tine mala gharat yayala sangitale. Tichya maheri faqt aai ani vadil hote aani duparchi vel aslyane te doghehi shetat gele hote. Tine darwaja band kela. Mi tichya jawalch ubha hoto tine jya padhatine mazyakade pahile tanye mi olakhle hila kai hawai te. Ti thodi pudhe jatach mi maghun tichya kambaretun donhi hat ghatle. Gripping each breast caused a thrill to the nipples. It sent a shock of pleasure throughout his body and centering on the lower genital area.He almost forgot about checking out his prized penis. He knew before his dainty hands pulled down the frilly panties, that the penis was long gone. It was replaced by a fully developed woman's vagina. It was moist and wet to the touch. He explored the insides with fond memories of doing the same to his old female lover. He had to be careful because his now. The man said something and the woman backed away, anger written all over her face. His cock stood rigid to attention between the two of them, pointing straight at her. He grabbed her head and fed his cock back into her mouth, stroking her hair as if he were trying to comfort her. From his viewing platform, he noted that the way the man inside stroked the woman’s head was how one petted a cat. Silently, he laughed to himself.The rain came down harder now, and he stood there, a miserable, wet. ‘You should really go again,’ she said. ‘There’s more to see now, the vulture conservation centre has really been successful, and when it’s breeding season the chicks are so cute!’ I smiled. ‘We’d love to, when things have settled down a little.’ She nodded, her face serious again. ‘Anyway,’ I said, ‘it’s getting late, I think probably we’re all tired.’ I hesitated. ‘Sarah, you’ll be OK in the guest room, won’t you?’ ‘Of course, that’s fine,’ she said. ‘I’m here – we all are – for you,.