“No, thanks. It’s already hard.”“Not quite what I had in mind, but OK, suit yourself. I’m Tufty. How are you, big boy?”I told her how well...I was and asked after her healthwise.When we’d finished discussing how well we both was, I eyed her upwards and downwards. Tufty had a tan top on. When I say ‘tan top’ I refer to her t-shirt not her skin. The top she wore was a tan colour. That is not to say she was not tanned; in fact she had a fine tan. It would be more correct to say she had a tan top on. Meri pehli kahani ‘sunder behan’ me maine apni behan ko blackmail kiya tha k agar tum chahti ho ki mai papa mumy ko tere bare me na batau,to tumko kuch kimat chukani padegi,kuch sochne k baad wo boli-chalo thik hai,aur rona band kar k apne kamre me chali gayi,mai sochne laga ki,kya apni sagi behan se sex karna thik hoga?Kafi sochne k bad maine decide kiya ki nahi,aakhir kitni bhi randi kyu na ho,hai to meri sagi behan hi?Phir meri normal life chalne lagi,hum pehle ki tarah bate karte,sath khana. I heard her crying for the first time as she went to bed last week, sheoften had mood swings. The only other two changes to her physique was toher muscles and that her hair had grown. Seeing as she barely liftedanything, she didn't exercise other than walking in high heels, hermuscles had shrunk so that she had a petit frame, making her even morefeminine in appearance. As for the hair, whilst it was only down to thatback of her neck, it was now we could get work done on it instead ofhaving to. Apparently there was no one setting over there, but still, as my buddy had told me to do, I gave the wall a couple of raps with the back of my hand. Immediately, someone (on the other side) rapped back! So there was someone over their after all, I thought. Was I really going to do this---stick my tender cock and balls through that rather dirty-looking hole, and let some total stranger 'do things' to it?! My pulse was racing like mad as I sat there pondering this question; but then I stood up,.