But there were two things that they all shared in common, the first was the fact that a Dungeon Heart could copy the abilities of another Dungeon Hear... through different ways, but the most common was to destroy the other heart and absorb its mana. The second thing these artifacts held in common was that they were all corrupted by the dark gods who had infused dark magic into them after the fall of the ancients, corrupting those who took control over them, to assure a worshiper to build their. There was too much woman, bitch, slut, whore, and fucktoy inside me for that.I had always known deep down that I should have been born a girl and decided at that moment that I would the girl I should have been. Which, when considering my response to being in the strong arms of a muscular white man and the way my thoughts of how his fat, white cock might look drooling slimy dollops of pearly whitish precum on the dark cheeks of my black ass had affected me, would make me a definite slut for. ”“Listen young man; as long as you live under my roof you will...”I cut her off before she could finish and said “No problem. I’ve already told you I wanted to live in the dorms.”“Now now let’s not be hasty” Jason said. “We can work this out.”“I don’t see a problem” I said. “Mel and Meli are old enough to take care of themselves and grandma is always asking if Ilene can come and stay he weekend. Grandma will be there for the wedding and she can just take Ilene home with her.”As this was going. Of course am not a bhrahmachari that I was writing without even noticing her her ass was seen ( to which I thought kaaash yaar chuuu paata ), my monster was getting out of control inside my pants. Now I said bhaaad mei gya paper kaunsa class 12th important h :p I was now just staring at her thighs and her buttocks , it was just like I wanted to shake my cock , but I knew it wasn’t possible , I thought of going to the washroom would be a good idea but then I would miss the heavenly view ;)I was.