I went to bathroom to pee. On returning I heard crying sound. I went near the rooms to check that is it bhabhi, but to my surprise it was coming from ...ooja’s room. So I slowly open her door, and went in. Night lamp was on and she was sitting on the bed and crying. I just came near to her put my hand on her shoulder and sat on the bed next to her. She looked in my eyes and hugged me tightly. And started crying more.I somehow controlled her and myself also because her boobs were pressing against. So, my name is Kate, though my real name - Serge. As you probably already guessed, I'm an unusual girl. Biologically, I - boy, but my figure, the curves of my body, and my face - girly. As I can remember, I was constantly mistaken for the fairer sex: when I was little - for a girl, and later - already for the girl. They say that our appearance - a reflection of our inner self I realize now that this is true. In me I got on just two: a boy and a girl. For obvious reasons, by virtue of education,. “What are we then?” I took a moment. “I would say lovers but that just not how I feel toward you because I don’t really know anything but being a lover.” I said the word lover with disgust in my voice. “But if I could think of something that I want more now than anything is a partner in life so will you be my girlfriend.” She pushed up and again stared into my eyes. I felt nerves as I wait for her answer but she just stared at me. I looked away not able to take her eyes anymore until she push. Use as much as you want."Mitch took the bottle and drizzled some right onto the backs of her shapely legs, and then started rubbing it in with both hands, his fingers slowly moving higher, now smoothing the oily fluid into her thighs."Yeah, that's the way Mommy likes it, nice and slippery," Nicole cooed in a soft breathy voice, at the same time moving her legs further to each side, giving her son easy access to her inner thighs."Fucking gorgeous," Mitch said to himself, his eyes feasting on the.