While the other bikers wore their hair long, I shaved my head. Instead of smooth skin, I covered myself in tattoos. I fought every feminine thought ...y becoming the roughest, crudest person I could imagine. I took my unhappiness out on others." When I realized who you were," she continued, "I knew this was my only chance to find happiness. I knew I ran a chance of being turned into a toad or a newt, but even that would have been better than the life I was living." There was never a chance of. I just looked down at the floor and finished getting dressed. I know that Bobbi must have realized that the conversation didn’t go over very well because she added with a sly little look ‘That is unless you want to share Robert every once in a while.’ We both started giggling about that. I imitated Robert jumping from one bed to another saying ‘Those women trying to kill me but what a way to go!’ As I was checking myself in the mirror for any stray makeup, I heard behind me ‘OH CRAP!’ Bobbi,. I know he did, because he yelled, “Oh!”, although he oddly continued to fuck me, his cock going back and forth, instead of ramming it into me like most guys did and like he did to my throat with the blow job. I didn’t feel his cum, probably because his cock was moving so much inside my cunt. When he was finished, he fell on top of me, leaving his cock inside. I could feel it shriveling up mainly from how it didn’t fill me anymore. Ryan rolled off.What the fuck, I wondered, was that it? I mean,. The day passed and she went back to Pune.After that day, we use to talk on the phone and chat as and when we use to get time. Our chat did change to personal and almost kind of sex chat. We use to share nude pics, talk about sex and all.After a month of talking, we decided to meet again and this time, fulfill our desires. I asked her to come to Mumbai as I was staying alone. She agreed and the day was decided and everything was planned.So it was that day and she reached Mumbai in the morning at.