The day goes smooth, as the business day concludes; the office seems to change moods. The easy music turns to a joyful Christmas serenade. Important ...usiness executives are expected to attend. So I walk to my private room and begin the process of feeling like a woman. I pour myself a glass of one of my favorite wines. The intoxicating subtle aroma of strawberry and cherry of the 1971 Domaine Georges & Christopher Roumier wine floods my senses. . The perfumes, the makeup...oh what a feeling. .i gt a call frm my mums brother frm haryana tht his daughter timsi would come to delhi as she is takin addmission fr fashion designing…and sd she would be stayin with me.i sd ok and i ws glad to help my younger sis…wht i did nt know ws wht kind of help would i do…I hate myself friends fr doin this but i dont have any options…evil has taken over me and nw i have become a maniac i guess…if u have an comments or help plz mail me at I went and recieved timsi frm the station in the evenin…she ws. He could not believe it, they were finally meeting and just absent mindedly, he hoped to see Mike out the window waiting and waving at him. How silly, he muttered to himself, as he stood up and collected his hand bag from the overhead bin. God!! Mike was the first person to whom Bob had come out and they were both sure that it was a best match and they could spend rest of their lives together convincing Bob to come all the way to be with Mike, touch him, feel him, sit and talk with him for the. She had admired her curves, envied them, but now she hungered for them. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t…’ Jenna started. She stopped when Trish kissed her. For a second, surprised she pulled back. Trish almost stopped, embarrassed and confused but then she felt Jenna’s tongue flick across her lips and opened her mouth again. Their two tongues caressed, dancing around each other. Trish ran hers around Jenna’s lips. They were soft and plump and wet. Her face was as soft as satin. Trish didn’t know what.