It had been 4 years since we last met. We didn’t talk even though we were in the same city all along. Deepika texted me on Instagram for something a...d we began talking again from there and later we decided to meet.I reminded her that she promised me a treat after she got into her college of choice. To which she replied, “What kind of a treat did I promise?” She was basically teasing our past relationship. I didn’t get overwhelmed, I took it as a joke and we laughed (in emojis). If you wanna get. They don’t bite your nipples too hard either because they wouldn’t want you to do it to them. They know that a slow gentle finger on their clit for an hour can relax you into a state of peacefulness that could put you to sleep and not expect any more than that.When they finally do go down on you they bring new meaning to cunnilingus. Other words in your past come to memory such as dine at the Y, muff diving, hair pie, and carpet muncher. What ever they call it still feels as good. She knows how. " Do you mind?" Not as long as you don't want it to be permanent." I don't want to be a girl, mum. I just..." You just like the feel of girls clothes?" Yes. Just occasionally I'd like to get dressed up. You're not cross areyou, only it wasn't all Kirsty's idea to dress me as a little girl."Mum silenced me with a finger on my lips."If you want to dress as Mandy occasionally I don't mind. I'm not crosswith you or Kirsty. I know it wasn't all her idea and I think your offerto be her little sister. She couldn’t get on her knees so I laid down on the sofa and let her work the oral magic. Before I could cum the bell rang. I pulled up my pajamas and ran to the bathroom. Kusum tidied up and opened the door. In came Kamini, a woman who could possibly replace Kusum.She smiled and told Kusum that she was right across the street so she came over as quickly as possible. I overheard their giggles while I masturbated my wet as hell raging boner. (Kusum was sloppy as hell, just the way I liked it). I.