Because the blouse was a few sizes too large for her, her cleavage was always visible when she bent down to sweep the floor or mop it.Of late, my eyes... Were always transfixed on it when my parents were not around, drinking in the beauty of it all, and masturbating in secret after she had left. She must have been aware of my attention, because she would always look directly into my eyes, which I found so beautiful.And almost always, she would hitch up her sari up her knees while working, tucking. It was only because I was so very ashamed of those erotic feelings and thoughts that were ripping and tearing their way through my psyche, that I had fought to escape his embrace, and to swim away from him, out to the raft. I was a boy. I was not supposed to feel things like this, and I was certainly not supposed to like the way these feeling felt either. I desperately wished that I was a real girl so that I could behave like a real girl with him. Yet this desire caused me to be torn with guilt. "Not a chance. I want to walk down that aisle on my father's arm, all the time looking at my man dressed in his tux looking so handsome."Meanwhile Patti had completed her courses and had gotten her cosmetology certificate. She had been working part time for a salon in town while she was going to school, primarily washing and drying women's hair and cleaning up around the shop. It was during this time that she decided that she really didn't want to cut women's hair. They were rude, demanding,. She called the house and i answered we talked about 5 mins and she said she was tied so i let her go . i hung up my cell with the guy and texted him saying call me in the am . tuesday morning i got a phone call at about 8 am it was him , he said she was the best cunt her has ever fucked to this date , i was surprised she let her gaurd down so quick to do things , he said that he stayed the night with her fucking her 3 more times and making her swallow two of them and putting.