I have a friend and this story is between his sister Asma and me and now let’s gets directly into story me Hamesha ki tarah friend se milne uske gha... gaya around 11am subah andar Jake maine friend kobulaya to uski sister asma ne bola ki bhaiya nahi hai to maine poocha ki kahan gaya to woh boli ki ghar pe sab ko nizambad gaye hai aur me akeli hu yeh sunke mere mann me pisal gaya maine bola ki kya me andar aa sakta hoon kya woh boli haan aao bhaiya phr maine poocha ki kab aayenge sab to woh boli. I ama man and should not be wearing this.Both Sally and Mom looked at each other smiling, as Sally came up to meand hugged me saying I looked great and there is no reason I can't weardresses if they help my disease. I need to be comfortable, I need to wearclothes that fit, they both said.To make thing worse, my sister and her Bobbie walked into our backyard.They too thought I looked great, loved the color.There is that color thing again. What is with this color thing? Here I ama man standing. "What took you so long?" he said, and Peggy's knees melted."I... uh — uh..." she stuttered, at a loss as to how to respond without seeming like a baby and making matters worse."Sshhhh," he whispered softly, putting a finger to her lips. Then he whipped the finger away and kissed her. Softly. Tenderly. Lovingly.'Lips like satin, ' she thought, as she unconsciously surrendered and offered her entire being to him. 'He's the one, ' she told herself. 'He's definitely the one.'His knee was between. Her fingers gently moved his hand up and over her breast, cupping it, massaging it. She told him to pinch her nipple slightly and he did. She brought his other hand to her other breast and instructed him to do the same. Her hands played over his, teaching him the proper movements causing soft moans to escape from her lips. She pulled his hands away and held them. "Have you ever made love to a woman's pussy before?" she asked, already knowing the answer. He shook his head slightly and watched in.