Clarke nodded as she wrote something in her notes, "But you're notthe type of person to let their nerves get the better of them," shesmiled, "Do you t...ink it could be down to something else?" Worry?" I queried, "As you've said I've made some major changes in mylife," I paused, "I'm living as a girl now. Perhaps I've been worriedabout how my lifestyle choice will be received? Or that there is thechance that maybe I ate something that didn't agree with me?" Let's find out shall we," Dr. Clarke. "It's just, sometimes wordscan make us feel even better when we're having sex, that's all...Some girlslike to be called those things, even though they aren't really true." I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to be called dirty names, but Ibelieved him. Paul wouldn't lie to me and if he liked to say those things,I guessed it was okay. Just so it was only sometimes and nobody else wasaround to hear him. "Here, let's do it this way." Paul said, seeing that I really wasn'tenjoying whatever it. Badi aaram se behave karrehithi. Tabhi mere dost ki meeting khatam hogei or time v bohat hogeya tha or hum log wahan se chale aaye. Mira or me apni numbers exchange kardiye the. Ane ke baat mere dost ne pucha ki kya kuch hua ki nahi. Me bola are yaar me teri tarah itni jaldi ladki patanehi sakta. Thoda time lagega. wo bola lag jaa. Fir us din ke baad hamari baat phone par hote rehe baat khulte rehe. Ek din me dar dar ke usse pucha kiMe- ek baat puchu?Mira- puchoMe- aap gussa to nehi honge. She regularly visits in the morning for milk and sometimes she visits in the evenings for groceries.Uff I delivered all the info from my story. Sorry for the lengthy info, now let’s jump into my story.One morning I was alone at the shop and expecting Savi to come anytime. Yes, she came with the red chiffon saree, a transparent saree tied below her navel.And that was enough for my inner mind. My dick saluted her navel. I was in shorts that day and my dick which was saluting could be easily.