“Because it’s to die for.”Aja stretched her arm onto the table again. Jason took her hand and massaged it with his thumb. “I am having a reall... good time,” she said. “It’s a real treat after what happened earlier.”“Don’t bring that up.” He continued squeezing and stroking her hand. “Do you see those two chubby women at the table behind me?” he asked, sotto voce, leaning toward her.“Yes,” she whispered.”“I don’t know if they realize I can overhear what they’re saying.”“Your hearing must be. ” I am an amateur so I don’t know how to start. I told her to stand and I just touched her. She had a rough skin texture. I opened her sari and slowly hugged her. Heavenly feeling! My body touching her busty boobs; quickly I warmed up and started kissing her and pressing her boobs. She didn’t even utter a word or show sign of enjoying but remained idol like lifeless thing.She opened all her clothes, so did I and I started sucking her boobs. Damn her milk was soooooo tasty. I had never tasted. That it was impossible, so harmless. Gulping, Eric felt awave of guilt wash over him. Somehow, he was sure that he caused this.That he was the one responsible. "My God!" Eric muttered to himself. He'd never really wanted to become his Mom, or a womanspecifically. He'd just thought it would be cool to suddenly have aperson turn into one of their own parents. If he could turn into one ofhis parents. This wasn't what he wanted. Or was it? Eric couldn't helpbut wondering if maybe he. Some of it is based on later conversations; the rest is me guessing what thoughts were going through his dirty mind.When you stop and think about it, you never totally know someone. You might learn their likes and dislikes, their pet peeves and guilty pleasures. You might be able to read their body language like a book and knowing what they're thinking before they say a word. But even your oldest friend is capable of doing something completely unexpected, something that you would've never.