Two days passed and nothing happened and the same boring life routine emerged again into my life. No mater where ever you are it is your fault for not...doing anything you want! I always thought it is because of my country. No i is always because of me. I am so tired of that and went to my room early.As I approach my room, I hear a little moaning sound from inside. May be Archana was doing something exicitng which made my pussy to wet all my panties. I grabbed my keys and opened the door without. He asked Julie to remain still while he continued assuring her this part would be better. Having made Julie comfortable he began a series of pumps in and out of her pussy, starting slowly he gradually increased his tempo until his seed was rising. Julie got used to the insertion and soon found the pain went and the feeling most enjoyable.Milly had witnessed the crying as Julie was finally deflowered, and had felt her own pain, feeling for her friend. Now she saw the same Julie actually smiling. During the next week I began to get comfortable dressing as a girlall the time, and my abilities doing makeup and hair got better eachday. Mom would not let me wear slacks, suggesting that I should get usedto skirts and dresses first. On the first day of school I spent a littlemore time getting ready, wearing a pleated knee length skirt with awhite blouse under a pale blue sweater. There are no words that canconvey how I felt as I walked into the school, but knowing that I lookedlike a girl in. I’ve spent the better part of my adulthood trying to convince my spirit that life was easier with a man by my side. At the cost of many self sacrificial moves, I’ve buried myself again, along with any resolution to my current conundrum. I found a needle in a pile of hay a couple days ago. I immediately thought of you. One day I’ll tell you about my sketch of a woman on a broken hay bale. Slumped, her head in her hands probably hiding tears, she envisions a needle. How did you find me and shine.