She moved her mouth away and loudly started aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh oooooooohhhhhhhhhh aaaaaeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh.I put my finger in her choot and started rubbin... it and she kept on aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh eeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh oooooooooooohhhhhhh ‘hai bhaiya bahut aacha hai ek aur ungli andar dalo aur jor sa karo’. I pushed my two fingers inside and gave a hard push she screamed loudly ‘aaaaahhhhhh bhaiya thoda aasta darad hota hai’.I didn’t hear anything and pulled my fingers out and again rammed it in again. I was greeted by a dude. He looked nice enough, but I could've sworn I had been talking to a woman. Maybe it was wishful thinking and I read what I wanted to.He must have seen the disappointment on my face because he smiled and said, "I'm not who you're looking for, am I?" Oh, uh," I stammered, "To be honest, I'm not exactly sure who I'm looking for. Were you looking for help on your story?" Ah, you're the tutor," he said. "No, I'm just a friend of hers. I was just leaving." He looked back over. No onewould ever accuse you of looking or acting like a man or even a boy noway." OK ok I get it I get it, but you did tell the doctor about my conditionright. I mean we're here to find out why my little man parts areshrinking and my chest is growing at the same time," I hear Cindygiggling. "What's so funny?"Cindy stops giggling and whispers. "You don't have any man parts betweenyour legs more like boy parts or maybe toddler boy parts nothing like amans," I look at her smiling and staring. She does as Donald tells her and finds all the men agreeable to her conditions.The first man is in his late forties, a professional. His picture is nice, but she wonders how old it is. They chat just getting to know each other, Donald telling her details to say about herself. Close to who she really is, but not enough to give herself away.She tells the man (and the others later) that discretion is essential for her being on here and chatting. It is just some fun to have on a Friday evening.