“Abdul mere yaar, muje apne lund ko chusne do mere yaar, main tere lund ki pyasi hoon, meri pyas bujha do, mere jism main ek aag lagi hai usse shant...kardo, mere malik, meri chuchi ko masal dalo, chus dalo, meri chut ko thanda kar dalo meri jaan, aaj lund ke jalwe dikha do sabhi ko’ Us wakt tak Fati darwaze par khari thi, uski salwar zamin par giri padi thi aur uski unglian uski chut per reng rahi thi. Vo puri tarah kaam ki aag main jal rahi thi. Abdul bhi hawas ki aag mein jal raha tha’ ajao. It was home, but no longer mine. Everything seemed ambiguous. Five months had brought about major change. Even stranger was meeting Steve, Sarah's current beau, and Alicia, Al's date. Steve was only a bit taller than Sarah and decidedly unathletic. Alicia was an American Amazon. Nearly two meters tall and about 80 kilos with maroon and blue hair and six or eight ear piercings. (I later found out her father was a visiting lecturer in US literature and they would be in Perth for about 14 months. "It came from the sex shop and it's actually designed for men dressing as women. I think its called a gaff and you put your penis in the pocket and it holds it tight between your legs," she said.She helped me put it on and it was a bit uncomfortable trying to get my penis correctly positioned but when I had pulled them up tight I was quite impressed with the 'female' shape it had given me.Sally Anne handed me the black satin set of bra, panties and suspender belt and I pulled on the panties and. “Fuuuck!!! Aahhh ahh!” Was all Sarah could manage. Once past her hymen I was able to bury my entire cock inside her. I sat still for a minute leaving my cock all the way in so she could get used to it. I slowly pulled out and then pushed myself back in. “Aahhh oohhh ow ahhh ahhh fuck!”“Are you ok baby? We can stop if it’s too much.” “No! Please daddy don’t stop. Keep fucking, please keep fucking me. I want you to make me cum on your big cock daddy.” Hearing that drove me wild. I began fucking.