This time Mum added a niqab so all you could see of menow was my heavily made up eyes (as you will recall Mum had glued falselashes on me and added ey...shadow and mascara) as my niqab covered myface."I am so proud of you, Caliana, I always wanted a daughter and love howyou have embraced your feminine side. I used to be envious of the bondwith your father but now we can do girly things together."We then went out and before I knew it we were walking up the drive of ourold house. Mum knocked on. Still it felt wonderful to them both, as it plowed through the crinkly bush, and bumped the clit, before delving down. Yet again, it went wide the mark, and mashed the gash, and knocked the nub, before it withdrew to correct the angle, without quite ever losing touch.Then it was just right, in the exact spot to enter, but Jack hesitated. Mandy knew what he wanted, “Oh, Jack, we shouldn't, I don't want to get pregnant!”“I promise, you won't. I'll be gentle. We have too, you know we can't. She was squirming just like when I kiss another girl, but there was more.I started pressing my body against this delicious cock while we're making out in the ladies room. This horny little t*girl is rubbing her hard rod against me, at the same time melting against me in a very feminine, submissive manner. And it's driving me crazy. I forget we're in this sleazy bar in this nasty restroom. I push her against the sink and pull off her robe. She had taken her pasties off, and I began teasing the. I put my heart and soul into it; I wanted it to be perfect for her.Then came the day I was going to show it to her. That was the day her name changed. She announced to the class that she was now "Mrs. King." I didn't quite process this news; I was excited to show her my story. I stayed behind after class and showed her the story. Her first comment, I'd misspelled a word in the first sentence. I was crushed, she didn't care one whit about the story, just about a stupid spelling. I slunk out of.