Staring into it, Abdul sawhe was no longer himself. His body was far smaller and younger, about 15years of age, still with his usual Arabic features. ...ut it was fardifferent than his teenage years. His hair (now black again, no moregray and white) was modeled into a rather conservative bun, and there wasno longer a turban upon his head. He noticed what he could have swornwas a robe on his body, only it fit far more snugly. (If he'd spent timein the Western World, he'd know he was wearing a. The only problemcame when I realised I had to pick up the mail, so I quickly slipped ona dress and walked out into the front yard. A few cars went past and Igot a few looks, but I think people were more curious as to what I wasdressed up for, rather than if I was really a boy.I had finished and knew that Mum would be home soon, so I took off mydress and lay myself on the couch. I could feel the weight of the heelson my feet and the soft cling of the lingerie to my body. I could smellthe make up. My mouth sucked so hard. His dick throbbed and pulsed in my mouth. It was so incredible. I loved the sounds he made. He groaned, his face scrunching up into pleasure.“Damn, Sam,” he groaned. “You’ve never done this before?”I popped my mouth off his cock and grinned at him. “Never! I just want to make you feel amazing Daddy. I love you so much.”“And you want me hard so you can enjoy my cock again?”I nodded my head before I nuzzled back into his dick. “I want you in me over and over again. It was. Now I really got angry with myself. What happened to me? I am forgetting everything. First, my purse and now car key. Cursing myself I came all the way back. I entered in the empty office of my husband. I know only Ashok is there working.So I directly went to my husband’s cabin and pushed the door. It opened a bit and I looked inside. What is this going on over here? Ashok was in front of the computer. His pants came down to his knee, and he was massaging his tool. I was shocked seeing this.