"His whoops of elation almost made me smile. He spent the next four hours doing truly heinous things to me. Waxing and shaving hair, putting weird, sm...lly stuff on my face then peeling it off, pinning my hair down under a skull cap. He loved every minute of it and I hated it. By the time he was done, I looked nothing like myself. The corset was killing me, but there was no getting around it since it was an integral part of the costume. He'd at least been kind enough not to pull it too tight, so. My Turkish was a alright, though grandmother said my accent was still awful. The 'ç' in Turkish was a 'ch' sound, so my nickname of 'kid' sounded like 'kuchuk'."Please Babaanne,"I got up, yawning, and wrapped the blanket around my hips, "I'll go have a quick shower." Oh my boy," Grandmother ruffled my hair, "You look so much like your grandfather these days, only taller. Go get dressed, little ones would faint at the sight of you."A quick breakfast of feta and olive oil pancakes later, a weird. She made pleasurable noises and I tried to pull out a bit in order to get a better angle to thrust with but her legs were holding me fast. Then she started to roll her hips.I had never felt anything like it before. Her vagina pulled on my cock, angling it up, and then she pushed forward, angling it down. Her legs pulled me forward again and my dick slipped all the way inside her."Uhh!" I heard her groan. I think I groaned as well, but I was lost in the sensations. The walls of Reg's pussy. Iyer was a little angry but later agreed. Jethalal hatched a master plan so that both their fantasies could be fulfilled. He told the plan to Iyer. He smiled at the plan.So all four Daya, Babita, Iyer and Jetha met at dinner on the lawn. Babita was in a revealing red off-shoulder dress with matching lipstick and high heels making everyone cum in their pants. Daya had purposely changed to a western purple top ending at her knees, making her look hot.Now Iyer put a challenge to Babita during.