By then, I was busy fondling her boobs over her saree.“Maybe she loves being a slut for her son, mom..” I started opening mom’s blouse hooks.“...o.. what if someone sees!”, mom held her blouse together.“Please, mom. No one will see. I have been dying to fuck you.. I can’t control anymore.” I pushed mom on the floor and began smooching her.“Beta, please. Not here. Wait till we go home. Then you can do whatever you want..” mom pleaded.But I was in no mood to listen. I pulled aside mom’s pallu and. The guy on the left was cumming into the cocksucking guy’s mouth. What the cocksucker could not swallow was running out and down his jaw. ?OK, Bitches, switch!? Ordered one of the ladies. Then the camera panned to the right, and I saw the woman whipping the guy on the right. I could not believe my eyes. It was Mistress Michelle, my ex wife! She was as beautiful as ever. Much older, but still a Perfect 10. Her tits were bigger than ever. I did not see any sagging. She must have had. His wife was certainly no slouch in the looks and figure department and she had an excellent sense of humor as well. Miriam's smile could light up even his darkest days after coming home late in the evening from a long, tiring day at the office. Maurice had been struggling recently with his increased sales quotas and it seemed like he was working all the time. He knew that his lovely wife was still very attractive and seemed to be the center of attention wherever she was. She and Erica were the. My only escape would be to assume someone else's life and get them to take my place and that was when I entered the programme. It was a t that point that I also decided that changing bodies wouldn't be enough for me, either. After all I had been through and suffered as a result of my gender I wanted a complete change and that I wanted to be male. The way I see it, being male would give me all the advantages I need to succeed in business, which is what I really want to do with my life, rather.