Still he was not convinced. Thus our friendship path moved. All it started in one rainy day. It was one Saturday night. I came from office after tight...work. The time was nearly 9:30. I opened the door, came inside and changed my dresses to lungi (a long cloth – usually wear around hips. wear by men and women in south India – Singapore and Malaysia.) and T-shirt. I came out to balcony with a hot teacup in my hand. Road is so clean because of rain water and very few people walking in the street.. And the feeling - these forms had weight to them, I could feel them tugging the straps of my bra! I had tits that bounced, that shook and wiggled when I moved! When I put on my dress the outline was far more like a real woman's. I relaxed in the chair to read my new book, but the weight of my breasts kept distracting me for some time. Eventually I grew used to them as I read about Virginia Prince. Such amazing adventures, and from the pictures it was impossible to tell this was a man. . Now you know why I like it so much.” My use of the word lover must have been a little too much for him, because he quickly got up after that. As Ben got off of the table I looked over at Paul and said, “Where do you want me, lover?” Ben did a little double-take as I said it while he was pulling his pants back up. Paul approached me, extending his hand, and said, “Let’s head inside to the bedroom where we will be more comfortable.” As Paul helped me to my feet Ben said, “Okay guys, I guess. Rob gave me a dirty smile. He surely seemed magnificent from my lower point of view.I held his throbbing penis in my hand and then started rubbing the freezing strawberry popsicle against it. Rob let out a grunt. After bathing his dick with a sugary layer of strawberry flavor, I pressed my lips against the tip of his manhood. I kept taking in more and more of his dick until it hit my throat allowing the head to gently slide in while suppressing my gag reflex.Robert then placed his hands on the.