"I can hardly call you Tom dressed like that." Not Tom, then, but I want my own girl-name, not my cousin's."There was silence for a while. Thomasina ...ouldn't do, and I couldn'tthink of another feminine variant of Tom or anything like it. Paulinewas called in to help -she was wearing vibrant purple today - andlooked thoughtfully at me for a moment. "Chloe?" she suggested."Why Chloe?" No particular reason. It's a nice name. And I think it suits him...I mean her. And it'll be easy to. “They probably get to see a lot of flashers.” Steve Dockanswered. “Think I should flash them?” Robin asked.“I bet you won’t.” Stephen said to Robin. “What do you bet?” Robin asked him, reaching over andrubbing her palm over the groin of his shorts coveredpants. She tightened her grip when she felt his cockswell from the feeling.“I bet… you get to have as many cocks as you want whilewe’re in AC.”“Well. Please give your feedback, it is precious).New family had shifted in the flat above my floor. From their dressing sense and language they seemed, and they were, very educated and well off. A couple, their son and daughter. And, as the reader must be expecting already, the daughter was irresistibly hot. Her name was Sonali. Fair complexion, height 5 feet 6 inches, weight (as I later came to know by lifting her in my arms, roughly 50 kg). She was hot and she is. No one could doubt that. She had. Now bothguards in his old cell."Sorry, Rek, your Queen has some unfinished business to take care ofwith Duke Keel." Sir Gray says to him while smiling.Sir Gray tossed the keys down the hall and says to both of them in theQueen's voice, "Looks like you two are the prisoner now!"Rek looking hurt more than angry ask Sir Gray, "How could you havetricked us?" Because you are traitors just like Duke Keel! Lucky for you I didn'tkill both of you! Sir Gray says in the Queen's stern tone.Sir Gray then.