I turned to the package. What had I gotten myself? I had a feeling itwasn't going to be manly.My hands reached out and scooped up the package. I laid ...t in my lap andgently unsealed it.I cooed unnaturally as I slid out the contents. I read the receipt, itwas a lace garter slip and a pair of matching cheeky panties, both in adark blue.I held the slip up. It was sexy as hell. Satin and lace adorned it andit looked like it would squeeze the life out of my curves. The bra cupson top where of course. Paayal apne jagah se side mein ho gayi aur usne kambal apne uper dali aur chupchap so gayi. Mujhe laga ki woh mousi ki ragdai se gili ho gayi thi aur thandi hokar late gayi thi. Lekin Mera kya hoga mousi ek dum bhukhi sherni si lag rahi thi aur mujhe lagta hai ki uski chudai ka hi option mere pas tha kyonki Paayal ko pehli baar tayyar karna mere liye mushkil tha aur wah ek baar jhad hi chuki thi. Mousi ne apni masti ke chakkar mein mujhe beech mein chance hi nahi diya aur Paayal puri masti ke. A lot of elsewheres. These pictures just make sure that he can’t continue to make it difficult for me to find happiness. Don’t you think a woman should be allowed to find happiness where she can?” Bob, fixated on her long legs and sculpted buttocks, allowed his gaze to travel past her small waist and to her 36D breasts, up her elegant neck to her lips, and then into those blue, blue eyes, framed by long reddish-blonde hair before realizing he hadn’t answered her. “Oh, yeah, of course.” “I’d. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He ended up marrying a woman within two months after that. Plus, there were others including more punks - mostly one night stands. He had spent some time in Singapore and trolloped with some ladyboys. He had fallen in love with a Black trans woman in his late thirties, but he still had not been ready to accept what he wanted.Things were different now. He had better relationships with his c***dren. He was an active, loving grandfather. And, he was married.