We stopped at a small Market owned by a friend of mine. I wanted to get a fresh can of talcum powder to get a good grip on the ball. As we were leavin... two young men entered who I will refer to as rabbits as you shall soon understand why. They were wearing ridiculously expensive sneakers, hoodies and baggy carpenter jeans and the fools underpants were showing. One went to the back of the store and the other to the checkout counter. It is said New Yorkers are cold and unfriendly and never get. . each time I would say! I loved my mom. Then she wouldapply make up on my face, comb my hair.After about 15 days or so, one morning she said I could wear a ponytailnow! I felt elated! I washed my hair that day, wore my favorite ghagracholi and mom took me to her bedroom and made me sit in front of thedressing table. She brushed my hair, applied very little oil, againbrushed. Then she started combing it backwards and finally I could feelthe pressure all over my head of the hair being pulled. I. She asked herself, “Would I do ever do this again.” She giggled to herself and said, “Fuck yes and I can’t wait.” Now she was going to brutalize herself as hard as she could. With the thoughts of what she did tonight flashing through her mind, not once was she disgusted in any part of it. She remembered them pissing on and even in her holes and she remembered how liberated she felt when she pissed in front of them. It turned them on seeing her pissing herself and that aroused her even more. She. Due to the effects of being inthis dimension, I was forced to obey, and damn, I wanted it. We should'venamed this place the Horny Zone. Or something. I'll ask Beth if that'sfunny later.I crawled onto his lap. I let my breasts hang down and held them at theside, clasping his penis between them. Holding them like this, I had tolift them up and down. I could feel the friction between his shaft andthe sides of my tits.It felt nice and I was a little turned on at the sight of my own breasts.When.