Mera nam arman khan he 24 sal ka hu.Height 5 feet 9 inch or lund 6 inch lamba or tagda he.Ye story 4 sal pahele ki he. Meri ek mami he jo widow he. Un...i age 40 sal hogi but dikhne mai bahot hot he. Unke boobs 36 k hoge.Ek din hua yu k wo nahane baithe the or bathroom ka darwaja barabar bandh nai kiya tha to to mai waha se nikla to dekha k bathroom mai light chalu he or darwaza khulla he to maine light bandh karne k liye jese hi darwaza khola to wo samne khade the salwar or bra mai.Kuchh second. The guilt associated with deceiving my mother was bad enough, but having orgasms in women's clothes, how could I be so perverted.The need to dress was far too strong to stop, I had made promises to myself and failed them all eventually. The feeling of guilt often made me withdrawn, and the fear of discovery made me tense. The only time I really felt great was fantasizing about or being dressed. The excitement, adventure and release had me preoccupied most days of the week and I couldn't stop.. I told them my friend Rosemary was coming over to spend some time with me and asked them to leave us alone and not to take advantage of her as she was a married white lady from a strict church-going family. The boys all looked at me in between killing their enemy on the screen and said you better tell her not to come then, as all white pussy in here is for us to use as we see fit. My pussy went wet as my mind pictures them fucking my friend while I sat back and watched, as she had been watching. During the conversation she told me everything about her unhappy marriage but how she was pulling on. Trying not to jump somehow my heart beat my mouth to the punch and asked ” Will you like to go out with me sometime?. A long pause later she said “You asking me for a date?” I replied “Yes”. She said she will think and let me know. With that the conversation ended. Two weeks later I was home watching TV as it was a Saturday and I had no work so I was enjoying some music and breakfast, when I.