Though it was short, it added to her beauty. Surprisingly like many South ladies, she wasn’t wearing kungumam on her forehead though she was married...and had a small kid roaming around. I also noticed that her husband was not around. Her age is around 37 but her structure is good enough to compete with the 20’s women.As I dropped and picked up everyone from station to lodge and marriage hall, everyone got fond of me and started calling me often regarding any help. My eyes were on this bitch. I. We took a quick shower before joining my husband for breakfast.After breakfast my husband left us alone, he had some car trouble and had to fix it in the weekend because he used the car to work every day.He kissed me and said: "Have fun love!"I kissed him back and said: "Sure love I certain I will have a lot of fun with Ali!"We sat talking a bit and then Ali pulled me back to the bed, he pushed me down on the bed and showed me his cock that was hard again.He spread my legs without a word and. Mehmed was no longer hesitant or cautious. He slammed my ass and took a page from Ibrahim's book yelling out obscenities and lewd names until he blew his load in me. Again, I felt a surge of hot cum shooting forcefully into my ass. This was the third time my ass was used as a cumhole in less than an hour. As far as I was concerned they could pump all their cum in my ass for the rest of the nigh if they wanted. They could fuck my tits, mouth and cunt and then when they were close, they could. Not even a miracle would ever get him out of skirts for life.As the summer was winding down, I'm sure that Trent started getting more and more nervous. The new school year was quickly approaching, and Bev had not mentioned any plans whatsoever about his return to being a guy. I could tell he was longing for a pair of loose boxers instead of his tight sheer pantyhose. I'm sure he would do anything to get out of his pumps and into sneakers. But that was never meant to happen.So the final day.