Ana must have been wondering what hit her. If she had actually not cheated, the price she was about to pay for a character flaw was enormous.This is w...ere our first instalment ended ... Now, for the rest...Ana:I sat wondering what just happened? I had done nothing wrong. I was not the one who was cheating. How could this happen to her? All that I am guilty of was supporting my friend at a time when I should not have.As I packed my overnight bag my heart was breaking. Never in a thousand nights. ”Mai khada huaa dekhta raha, pahle Aanchal niche giraya , phir saari kaa fold aur knot khola. Saari niche gir gaee. Wo ab black petticoat aur White blouse mey thee. Maine sochta ab wo blouse kholegi , nahi maa ne jhatke se petticoat kaa nara khincha aur petticoat kamar se khulkar neeche gir gaya. Kamar ke neeche maa nangi thee.Usne legs ko phailaya aur bur ko sahlaya. Bur par kaale kaale jhaant thhe lekin bade nahi…shayad 10-12 din pahle hee shave / trim kiya Gaya ho. Double bread jaisa phula. He looked like a milksop: a slightly built youth with curly golden hair, big blue eyes, and a complexion, and eye lashes, for which a woman would eagerly sell herself. Put a bonnet on his head, a gown over his body and some rouge on his cheeks and Master Charles St. John would pass as a very desirable Mistress Charlotte St. John. At first the men called him Molly, which was an epithet thrown not only at effeminate looking men but also at those men who preferred males to females. The first time. I slide off of the table, take his hand, and lick his fingers clean, making sure to get every last part of them and giving him a preview of what Im going to do to his dick. His mouth hangs open as I look at him with my large Im innocent green eyes. I slide his fingers out of my mouth, lean towards him, and whisper in his ear, Youre in for it now. I pull back and his eyes are large with curiosity. I hold my hand out to him and he takes it. He stands and I look his body over. Ugh, its like a God.