. Aunty ne kaha.. Beta sorry wo puja ki wajah se. To maine kaha? Srry? Kyu kya hua? Anjaan banne lagaTo usne kaha bano mat.. Mujhe pata hai awaz aati ...ai bahar.To maine kaha.. Arey aunty koi baat nahi.. Mujhe bura nahi laga.. Ulta acha laga ki aapne mera sath diya…Aap mere liye apni beti pe chilayi.. Uske liye sorry.. And agar usko nahi pasand to kal se nahi aaunga. Aur thoda sad face bana liya.To wo thodi aur senti hone lagi , nahi. Galti puja ki thi sorry n allTo main unka mood thk karne k. .we did.He stood and we checked him out, a little tug here and there and we weresatisfied. He was ready for his wig. He looked just like a grown upversion of a little girl except he had a bust. The final touch,lipstick. He just stood there without saying a word. I have to give himcredit, he was tough.Shirley made the last move, she gave him a doll and told him he had tocarry it all the time when he was... who? We wanted to give him a realsissy name, and that is what we named him...Sissy. I. After a moment she got off me and turned to look down."And just to be sure you really understand.........Cum for me my cock!"My body shuddered as it tried to cum again so soon. It began to spurt into the air and a wave of pain racked through me. I couldn't take it, I heard Lauren laughing as I passed out.________________________Three months later and Lauren was true to her word, except for one thing. My cock is ten inches long not nine and I can't even get my fingers around it, even if I could.. "You know." I smiled up at him."Oh," he stared down at me. He knew there was only one reason for the two of us to be alone on a Monday night, especially with playoff applications. We didn't all have the same tastes in many things except for one thing, football. Push the politics that had become part of the game aside, the four of us loved the game."Yup." I smiled back at him.I was his for the night, and he knew it."So, what do you have in mind?" he asked as he took another swig."Well," I said.