“Kya re, motu? Already tired?” I giggled as I pulled hard on her right nipple. “Fuck you! I have been waiting for this for months! Gimme more!�... She said, thrusting her thighs against my chest, her crotch against my cock inside it, and reaching over to tug hard on my balls in response to the nipple tweak. I began pumping her with renewed vigour as she squealed from her third orgasm, this one a lot less wetter, but involving a lot more shuddering from Swati. Meanwhile, Asha moaned from her second. They were the best. She believed men liked to watch a woman’s chest as she breathed. They liked the slow swell, the fresh and gentle undulation of small firm breasts. Even the oldest men would bend over backwards to get a brief glimpse at the hint of nipple pressing against soft fabric. Yes, good clothes certainly went a long way at helping a woman get what she wanted. Sorrel knew that, and she kept a magnificent wardrobe. ———— Sorrel was a magnificent woman, beautiful, talented, smart, and. I intend to have the doctor help me with the rest of the transition and then have the surgery to become a woman, like you." As far as I can see there isn't very far to go now Mary!"Beth had been a friend in school, and I was glad I told her. Being alone, with nobody to share things with is a real pain, and also, not being able to share things with a close friend can make things very lonely, which I was. Beth is my age, a girl, and she would be able to help me with things when I didn't want. Even though I had a husband, I could not enjoy.So one day, finally I shared my problem with her. She asked me to divorce my husband and marry some other guy. I was beautiful enough to be married again. But I didn’t want to do that. I thought it would affect my daughter.It was the beginning of a new academic year. Many new students came for admission. I was attracted to one boy among them. He was a boy from some tribal community. He was a very well built guy. I imagined him standing naked with.