As Mother was angry about Father leaving after mybirth, she seemed to grow hatred toward all men, and didn't seem toohappy about having to raise a boy...child in her home. She told me thatafter Father had left, my room became pink. She totally ignored my penisand raised me as a girl. She let my hair grow and curled it constantly sonobody would doubt my gender. Dresses and tights seemed to be my dailyapparel as pictures around the home all indicate Mother's passion forpink dresses.She taught me. ”Mene usay kitchen may neche lita dia aur cooking oil hath may le ke us k mammon pe mal dia aur jism pe… Phir us k chikne mammay daba ke chut chatne laga, wo chudaasi ho rahi thi aur mera sar andar daba ke bol rahi thi “madarchod behanchod ho tum, harami tharki teri nazar thi mere jism pe, ab kha meri chut ki malaai” mene kaha “khaun ga jaan bas tu muut aur malaai nikal, sab pee jaun ga, bhosra chat jaun ga tera madarchod” phir wo ek dafa thandi hui aur mene chut ka pani chat ke pee lia us. Neither of them tried to kiss me because their heads kept moving. In the process of their jolting bodies, I felt them both scrub my figure with their knockers. Needless to say, that felt so good that it hurt a little bit too.'Of course, I have to enjoy that effect too, but they also have me getting emotionally exhausted too. I think that just means that we're having amazing sex. A sex session so great, that it'll be tattooed in my brain forever. How could it not be, considering I've known these. " She pulled some big all natural tits out of her top. I skooted the seat back & she stratled me & i started making out with her. I would lick her tits. & go back up to her mouth. She had such soft tits! Her nipples were gettin hard from the cold of the air conditioning. "If i took you to my house & we fuck, how much would it cost?" "50, take it or leave it." I handed her the money, she put her tits back in her shirt & put the seat belt on. & started headin home. I pulled in the driveway &.