She, too married, but it did not work out. After the divorce,she reverted to her maiden name of Lamb. But that marriage did produceme, Jim Lamb, a mal... child. Subtly over the years it became ratherobvious to me that Mother and, particularly, Grandmother, would have beenmuch more joyous of my birth if I had been born a girl. Grandmother and,I have to say, Mother, just didn't seem to like men. They both workedtheir hardest in business when it meant to besting any male competition.Their greatest. I saw my Arti Miss,in blue saree at the first bell as she was my class teacher but for the first time i noticed her big boobs. She was around my Pinki didi’s age only I guess. She was taking the attendance of the class on attendance register, andI could have seen the nice cleavage of her boobs hanging down as she leaned forward as the register was placed on the table. I suddenly remembered my Pinki didi. Ohh god, I got instant hard on, and i suddenly touched my dick beneath my half pant. As I. And I'm not fucking my own brother. But, to make it fair..." Britney put her finger to her mouth and paced around the room. "If Jen or I lose, the loser just has to get naked and masturbate. Fair?" Both the other girls looked at her like she was crazy. “I'm not playing,” Emily said. It took her a minute to work up the courage to speak. She thought standing naked in front of friends might sometimes do that to people. “You lost,” Britney said. “You don't have a choice.” “I'm not playing,”. The biggest one sat in the chair below and asked for olive oil. He put some in his hands and massaged his palms together. Placing one hand on me so I wouldn't swing he began rubbing my ass. We could hear moaning but realized it was me. Could not help, loved my ass being massaging. Suddenly, without warning, he grabbed me and inserted the tip of his cock in me. Luckily it was long but not to thick. He gently forced his cock in me until it was all the way in. We just sat there for a second. Mom.