.“Daniyal Bhaiyyaaaaah…uiuiui”Mohsin ne siskari bhari aur machalta raha…. mera haath khud ba khud uske Gaand ke ched pe pahunch gaya…. chudn... ki wajha se Gaand kooch khulli khulli thi….‘”Bhaiyyaaaaa ek cheez aur karo pleeeese”Mohsin ne siakri bhari“Kia janemann”Maine poocha“Abb meri Gaand chato please…. agar possible hai tau”Mohsin ne request kari“Kyun nahin janeman…. har cheez possible hai”Yeh kehker maine uski taangoon ko phaila dien aur uske Gaand ko chatta …..Uske sharer se ab uske pasine. Remember, they don't change too much, just enough to do what's needed. Enjoy your 'new' son!" Carol walked up with a bit of trepidation; was this moral? Was this even remotely 'decent'? She was changing her own son... but, she was sure, for the better.She came through the hall and looked into her sons room. Jeremy saw the movement and looked up from his position on the floor and flashed the most charming wide-mouthed smile she could remember seeing on him in months; lately, it was mostly almost. We exchanged smiles, and the odd, breathy 'Morning.' as we ran by each other.One particular morning I awoke, cock rigid (as is often the case) and pulled on my running shorts and tee-shirt and headed out to the woods. The woman was there, and this morning she was wearing a skimpy vest top which barely concealed her medium sized, bouncing tits, and a pair of white, figure hugging shorts. I could see the line of her thong through the thin, tight fabric, and as I ran along behind her my cock was. She would go out shopping for dresses, heels and other things for Pat to wear in the privacy of their home. Cindy would even paint Pat’s nails an help him with hair removal on his legs. It started out as a private part time fun thing. Pat was always gentle having sex with her and Cindy loved it because she felt like it was making love to another woman at times. Pat would insist on a sixty-nine position most of the time and use a vibrator on her instead of his cock which always frustrated her..