This is adelight. He slowly feels his breasts in wonder and once again feels astirring in his vagina. So weird. He settles back and places his fingero... his clitoris and feels it gently. It takes some practice to not pokehimself with his long fingernails. Life is good, there is no doubt aboutthat, except for the fact that he has no idea who he is and what he'sdoing in a woman's body. He looks at his fingernails and sees one wherethe polish has chipped off. What is he supposed to do about. Next din raat ko jab main baat kar raha tha to usne batya ki uski shaadi ho chuki hai 3 months pehle and usne isleye nahi bataya tha because fir main use baat nahi karta.Doston mere to hamesha se fantasy thi ki kisi married lady ko ragad ke chodun. Because ek married lady experience hoti ahi and wild or rough sex se peche nahi hatti. Fir hum baat karte rahe and mujhe wo or ache lagne lagi. Wo mujhse hare k baat share karti thi ki uski saas or bhabhi use kaise pareshaan karti hain or uska. Actually, that probably makes more sense than anything I've said so far.I slipped off my briefs and tossed it onto the rest of my clothing as she unfastened her bra. Walking slowly toward the pool, I decided against a dive--it was probably no more than five feet deep. I waded in instead, then swam toward the waterfall--I wanted to see if there was anything behind it. Ducking through the falling water, I saw a small alcove, slick with water spray. No portal to a magical realm or mythic monsters. I would however, like to share the experience that you and Beau did. I guess it sounds weird and I hope you won't hate me for saying this, but ever since Beau told me the details I have been very keen to meet you and have my virginity taken by the saint that saved my brother. You are very special to Beau and me." O my lord, Sammeee! I exclaimed "When Beau told me he wanted to fuck me seven years ago he said those same words 'please don't hate me'. Sammy I didn't hate Beau then and I certainly.