Wednesday Hector looked at me with a quizzical and seemingly disappointed look on his face, as he saw his new bitch arrive in the kitchen, dressed in ...oggers and a tee shirt. "We need fresh air," I bent and mock scolded him, but all he did was look at me and lick my face. I suppose he got his fresh air when he went out to do his business, but I needed to run and work a different set of muscles, other than the ones that had been over-worked the past few days. Hector greeted the word 'walkies'. "I looked at the pills. "I don't know how to be a woman!" I wailed, tears starting to run down my face again. "Can't you change us back?" Why should I do that?" 'Jonathan' asked. "My future is assured. I'm a graduate of Harvard Business School, my father owns one of the biggest businesses in the world and I'm on my way to Zurich." But, what am I supposed to do?" I asked through my tears. "I don't know how to be you!" I wouldn't worry about it all that much, if I were you." Jonathan said with. I have some glimpses of her while i was going to college because at that time she made their children in getting ready to school. One of my friends came to my house for taking notes of mine, fortunately or unfortunately he had seen her, and he started to ask questions about her and he forgot why he came to my house. While leaving from my house my friend said a statement that still rings in my ears that is “dengithe elanti auntyni dengali ra” (u should have to fuck with these kind of aunties). 'You are sooo fucking tight. I will not last long.' 'Please come inside my ass. Fuck me hard.' All it took was seven hard thrusts. He was counting. He wasn't proud of himself, but it was impossible to stop. He let her come too, fucking her pussy with one hand and her mouth with the other, filling up all her holes. It was too much to take for her. When her muscles contracted on his cock, it was the end of him too. They just couldn't help it; he just couldn't help it. Her chest was still heaving.