Ab maine apne ek hanth se lund ko pakad ke dusre hanth ko uske gand par ferte huye apne lund ko uske gand ke hole ke pas le gaya. Ab maine ek hanth se...uske gand ko failate huye apne lund ko uske gand me jane ke liye rasta dikhaya. Apne lund ko maine uske gand ke hole ke darwaje par rakhte hue uske kamar ko pakad ke apne kamar ko jor ka jhatka mara aur wo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhccccccccaaaaaaaaa kar ke sisk uthi. Maine puchha kya hua gaya hai.Wo boli haaaaaaaaaaaaaa ab maine apne. No other name would make the room seem any better. Lessa was still in there, and had been for hours. Shelly sat outside, her expression ... Bell couldn't really say. Guessing exactly what was going through the older girl's head was never a good idea. There were depths there that she didn't want to travel down, for all she considered the dark haired girl a friend. Others had said she used to be a happy, care free person. Bell had only seen flashes of that. Almost as if she sensed Bell's. Brain? You press your hands against your head and feel the hair, soft and short. It is trimmed sharply around the ears and neck. In the black mirror, you find that it is brown, like your eyes. You touch your face."Handsome." The voice is soft, deep. You look down to your body and observe the muscled landscape. Chest, your brain tells you. You rub your hands over your chest. You brush your thumbs across the nipples, curious. Pleasure."You will know this body when you wake on Earth," the voice. The feeling of helplessness was intense. My existence of being fed, winded, nappy changed, bathed and dressed was totally controlled by the girl that owned the doll, and I was the doll.Some days she would get up and forget her doll. The cot that I slept in was in her bedroom. She would find something else to amuse her and sometime during the day her mother would change my nappy and feed me and put me back in the cot. I could tell that her mother had sympathy for me but the happiness of the.