I am a man who likes to kiss deeply, laugh quickly, make love slowly and clasps all that life has to offer.Women want someone who is decisive and dire...t. They don’t want someone who is still struggling to make up his mind. I am the person meant to be helping you woman make up her mind. I can be your companion when lonely.My today’s story is a true incident that occurred last winter when i went to meet Deepak (name change) friend of mine in Hyderabad. He owns a business of garments and we have. The look in his eyes was raw sexuality, it didn't matter to either of us who were were fucking at that moment, or where we were, we just needed to fuck, and to fuck HARD.I rode him hard, bucking and grinding to the music. I looked around. There were some eyes on us, I could see them trying to figure out if we were really fucking or just playing around. All it did was make me fuck more and more wildly, impaling myself on his hard cock.Looking up at me, he leans in and says... "You'd better stop,. ” Actually, it starting to look a lot like the plastic skin on my Barbie dolls when I was growing up.There is no pain, but there is a pressure against my chest as my breasts swell. They are well past D cup and still growing. They also have that slightly conical shape that Barbie has... the doll, I mean, not me... well me, now, but now I am the doll... or at least a doll with really big tits.My vagina... cunt– for some reason I want to call it a cunt now– my cunt also seems to be swelling. All of his attentions made me realize why I was feeling so girly. I had never had anyone treat me so well as a potential lover. Usually when I was with someone it was spread your legs or open your mouth and, when they came, it was over. I think all the girly feelings were a direct result of the way he was with me, from the beginning. I was falling hard for him and we hadn’t done anything yet. Stopping at the door to his truck, I turned to him, pulling away a little so that I could get a good.