I don’t know what called my attention the most, the way my dad treated her, like a prized trained pet used to entertain his crowd and even colder to...ards her than he used to be with me, something I didn’t expect to be possible, or how different from her mother she seemed to be. While her mom was stupid as a rock and a bulgy attention seeker, Carol, when left alone, was always at some table reading books about fantasy tales or poetry, or quietly following her mom all around playing the part of. I was staring at them one night, thinking about returning them, since I thought "I was probably never going to use these anyway". They were still brand new. That night, something snapped. As I was staring at them in my closet, I decided "Fuck it, let's do this." I went to my computer, got on Craigslist and posted the following ad: "First time bottom looking for a top. We can pretend I'm a girl and I'll come dressed as the part. Send me a text, I'll send you a pic and we'll go from there." I. We reached the door and I made Komal climb up the bus. The door closed and the bus moved on. I waved Komal and was about to turn around and move towards my Activa. Before I could turn around a hand came and reclined on my waist. I got terrified and turned towards the direction. It was the same male teacher who had fucked me before in the school bathroom.He was smiling at me. I couldn’t find the guts to say anything. He started to drag me by my waist and we moved inside the school building. When. Then I would return and hold my daughter in my arms for the first time. I bet she was just so beautiful. I was glad my sister, Nyonthilasara, was watching over my wife and daughter.“Xera’s interested,” giggled Minx. “You can be one of my harem wives. I’ll be the only halfling woman to have a harem. All the men will be so jealous.”“Why?” Asma asked as she pulled off her pantaloons, baring a dark triangle of hair pointing at her pussy.“There are so many more halfling females than males,” Minx.