" Mother was not listening. She was in a rewind mode; she was giggling2.The theatre my father and I visited was one of the new mall cum theatre comple...es that have sprung all over Madras. We had a back row on sofa like double seats. The theatre was not crowded; the movie was nearing the end of a long and successful run. People talk sneeringly of Indian masala movies but I like them. There is something in it for everyone. If you don't like the story line you can enjoy the songs mostly pictured. He thrust upwards, burying his cock deep back inside my creaming cunt. I moved myself and drove my cunt tight up to the base of his thrusting cock, grinding my clit against him as he came instantly, filling my pulsing sex with his thick shooting sperm. He pumped it full as my climax ravaged my senses. Each time I felt as if it were abating, his cock would jerk deep inside my flowing pussy and reverse the tide. It was the most intensely prolonged orgasm ever and it left me as weak as a kitten.. Gail toldme that a lot of girls wondered about me, if I really were Kenny, butafter seeing me naked, she said she knew better. Then she told me thatthose very same girls would all like to have Tom escort them. I figuredas much, after all, he is a hunk. Tom and I went home, and saw a lot ofeach other for about a month, then we sort of drifted apart. As the timeto start school drew closer, I knew that mom and I had to do something,because I simply could not give up being a girl. That's when she. Later that day Raven unlocked the front door of her motel apartment after a boring morning working on the Motel’s books. Jordan was napping on the couch and sat up when Raven came in. She was still half asleep and groggy. Jordan was not fully recovered from her ordeal of being hit, drugged, and molested by Terrell Grant and still needed lots of rest. Raven smiled at Jordan with her hair mussed and no makeup. ‘Are you hungry darling?’ ‘Uh…yeah. I guess I am.’ Jordan answered. ‘What time is it?’.