Aur tanya ne usski aankhon me jhank hue jo bola woh sunne ko koi bhi mard tarapta hai .Usne sexy andaaz me dheere se ajay ko bola -“sir kya mai aapk... iss ko kiss kar sakti hu”.Ajay ko vishwas nai hua .Wo sann khara tha .Itne me tanya khud se neeche jhuki aur usski land ke samne jameen per baith gai ,aur uske land ko acche se dekhne aur chune ke baad jaise hi kiss ki ajay jor se chillayi-‘ohh tanya rani ,ye sapna to nahi hai”.Abb kiss karte karte wo hont se gille supare ko bhi pakar leti aur. . . .”I stopped for a moment and caught my breath and I looked at her eyes and they looked hurt and unsympathetic. I knew exactly why and I started to speak again.“What I don’t want to tell you, what I don’t want to tell my parents, what I don’t want to admit to my best friend is why I was there. I don’t want to admit it to anyone because most of all I don’t want to admit it to myself. You see, all I wanted my whole life growing up was for other people to like me. I wanted to be popular. . .. I sometimes wonder if she secretly liked it but just wouldn't let on? She pushed back on to me when I shot but I'm not sure if it was an accident or just a moments relapse where she stopped pretending to be outraged and loved it. That was last Wednesdays. Early on tonight Sylvia, (That's her name by the way), slipped in beside me on the couch and after cuddling up for a few minutes started stoking my cock. I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed but it didn't take long to cotton on to the. That way, we can get dressed together and walk downto the bars.By 2 am we are in the main TV and admirers club, and I'm pretty drunk,my friends about somewhere, but not seen her for 15 minutes or so. I'mdancing by the bar, wearing a tight white top, a little black mini-skirt, knee length black boots, black stockings, with matching whitesatin bra, G-string and garter-belt underneath.I look over to the bar, the usual line of tranny-chasers leering at me,hoping for a flash of my stocking-tops as I.