Boss ne kaha ki usme abhi maja nai rha.. Aur mom ko kiss karne laga mom bhi uska sath dene lagi… Dono ek dusre se lipte rahr kiss karte rahe…..Phi... wo mama ke boobs dabane laga mom ki muh se siskari nikli aaahh aahh wo aur jor se dabane laga mom aahaaa hhhahh hhahh karne lagi mere dost ne lund bhar nikala aur muth marne laga.Phir boss ne mom ke pure kapde utare aur mom ko sirf bra aur panty me raka. Mom ne naye wali bra aur panty pehni thi bhaut sexy randi dik rahi thi.Phir usne apne kapde. At the time, that only amounted to crossdressing.Laura, on the other hand, was from a strict religious upbringing. Her spouse was as well. This left her struggling with issues of God, along with her feelings for her spouse.She attended several meetings of a support group with me. She was deeply ashamed of wanting to transition, and what that would do to her wife.My divorce had finalized almost a year ago, and in the days that followed, I desperately needed someone to hold me to this life. Laura. . She rolled to her other side and did the same. With just a few kicks and wiggles her panties were on the floor. She lined my cock and her cunt up perfectly so that with little to no effort I would be inside her. Going to her elbows she broke the silence...”Paul... we met in 5th grade. We've been together for a lot of good and a lot of shit since then. But you have never, ever tried to take advantage of me” Her blue eyes were stunning... her lips were moist and perfect.. her breasts on. Thinking that she had come to see my wife, I said, “Suma has gone to her native Roshni.” Suma is my wife’s name.Roshni Mathews and her husband, Paul Mathews, were my immediate neighbors on the 4th top floor of our apartment. Both were software professionals and were in their late twenties.“I know, Uncle, that Suma Aunty is not in town. I came to give you company as I was also bored. Paul flew to Mumbai today morning and will be back only Sunday,” Saying Roshni came in.Seeing the beer glass on.