Mene kaha didi mujhe sharm aarahi haii. To didi ne kaha tu mera kapda otar. Mene mana kardiya. Me asa nehin karsakta. Di ne kaha kasam khaya he. Me b ...ajbur tha. Di ka t-shirt nikala to di ne andar red color ki bra pehni thi. Fir me unka one thard nikala didi ab bra aur penty me thi. Ye hushn dekh mere aankh phati ki phati reh gai. Me pehle kabi ese nehin dekha tha. Ek dam sexy Queen lagrahithi lipi didi.Mera hal to behal hone laga mera 7 inch ka Lund pura 90° angle me aagaya aur dard hone. After about five minutes, the rumbling sound ceased, and the pedestal completed its ascent. I stood up from the chair and approached the pedestal slowly, my eyes glancing up to the balcony in hopes of catching a glimpse of who was up there. Unfortunately I was unable to see anything, so I focused on walking around the new object and looking at it more closely. As I neared, sections of the floor near its base rose up to form a small set of steps around the pedestal.The pedestal was about five. Therefore, I didn’t fit the portrait of the castration fantasist as delineated by Wassersug, Johnson and co. Nevertheless I was a castration fantasist. This reductio ad absurdum made me question the previous inference. Was it right to conclude that the films couldn’t be documentaries merely because the castrations were performed by women and in the presence of women, not by tattooed and pierced men who extolled their own extant or extinct masculinity? I was grateful to Kelvin for digging this. I’m sorry about my promise to you, but there just was no time to discuss it with you.”“I was hard on you about Kimmy because you broke your own rule. Now you’ve broken it again. Are you going to treat NIKA as your personal harem?”“Hell no,” I said. “I did NOT plan this and honestly, it wasn’t even a thought until it actually happened, and yes, it was talked through and thought through. Just let it go, please.”“This isn’t going to be an ongoing thing?”“No.”“So you opened her eyes and that was.