Oh so slowly, but that was what was happening. I had small but definite breasts with largish dark pink nipples, and the weight I had put on recently...seemed all to have gone to my butt. There was an indentation at my waist, and I noticed that my neck and arms looked more slender. The hair on my legs still looked kind of dark, but it seemed as though it was thinning. I had never had much on my arms and none on my chest, so it was hard to tell anything from that. My penis didn't look as. At first he kept pausing, trying to time the strokes to land on my front or rear, but as my spinning gathered speed, he gave up on that and started striking as fast as he could. It was a really curious sensation, because he seemed to be swinging with all his might, but the blows that were landing were just mildly stimulating. I don’t know if it was how fast I was spinning, or maybe the leaves on the switches, but it was the least painful whipping he had ever delivered. As my spinning slowed and. It became a routine for me to every morning help her with her bra. She would go to her room. Take her shirt off while facing away from me and towards her bed. The bra was always on her bed, which she would put on her breasts and extend the straps to back where I would reach over and hook it up. Simple and quick, but always significant.One day she went to her room and took her shirt off as usual. I realized very quickly that something was different when I found myself looking at her reflection. I decided to give it a try. I doubted whether he was gay. I asked his name and he said it was Palani. When the train started to move, he was literally dancing. So I asked him to sit. He nodded and I sat down. He sat down very near to me and took a brandy bottle. He asked me whether I would join, but I said no. I was thinking of wild sex with this man. He sat in front of me. The smell of alcohol and his body made me very horny.I slowly started moving my hands towards him when he suddenly turned.