As the time went by me as a grown up guy, Moni aunty and myself became close in the sense of friendship. She use to tell me the stuff which she wants ...rom the market and I do that with my pleasure, I often visit her house to learn Bengali and learnt half of that. One day she told me that she is getting bore so y don’t we watch a movie(Veer-Zaara),so I went to her house telling my mom that I’m going to her house and if she wants she can come with me but my mom denied saying she have household. When she turned to put it away, my gaze locked onto her buns again. Mom had a great bottom, nicely lifted and outlined by the jeans. They may be old and faded, but they were designer none the less and made to highlight a woman's best feature, at least, the best for some women. And Mom was one of those women. Her butt sloped gradually away from her waist to end in two beautiful lumps that looked like someone had filled a couple of longish balloons with water, held them over an edge, and covered. When they were both nude, with their clothes laying in the middle of the bedroom floor, she led him to the hot tub. As soon as they were seated in the tub, James, who had greeted them appeared with two glasses of wine. A woman named Maria followed him with shrimp cocktail for two. ‘Do you treat all the pastors this well in the churches were you perform? Pastor George asked Sandi as he held his glass of wine in one hand and a beautiful breast in the other. ‘Always,,’ she responded. ‘The pastor,. Immediately after the surgery which was a great success as far as thesurgeon was concerned, I was feeling totally depressed for having gonethrough with it. When the physical pain had gone, I was left with theemotional pain of having lost the last part of my masculinity and thathad the biggest impact on my soul.Before the surgery and despite the hormones I could still get my penisfeebly erect and got some satisfaction that I could still masturbate butafter the surgery sadly even that was gone..