Something wasreally happening to me. I was a woman now and this was exciting, thiswas really something different. All of my brain was in agreement o... thispoint.But Mr Jones would have no idea. At least this was what the male part ofmy brain was desperately hoping.Maybe becoming a woman was not so bad I thought as I saw the thrilledlook on Mr Jones's face as he opened the door.He was a nice old man and it was great to bring a smile to his face. Ilet either the female part of my brain or my. "Somewhere private?" "Sure. Of course." Ted waved at their waiter. The waiter nodded curtly, keeping his face impassive. The waiter blames me, too, Ted thought, miserably, for whatever's bothering Marilyn. He hastily placed enough bills on the table to cover the cost of the meal, omitting a tip, and he and Marilyn proceeded to his apartment.After a good deal of coaxing, promises of eternal fidelity, and reassurances that he would stick by her no matter what deep, dark secret Marilyn might. And maybe three other languages I can’t quite figure out. A total of six! With every sentence switching to another language. What the fuck is this book? I text a couple old friends from college. One has Muslim family, another studied theology and history a lot. I decide to not really tell them what I’m trying to do, not wanting to explain the story of how I got the book. And for some reason, I also feel the need to keep it to myself, protect it. Between the two friends, I’m able to get a few. After some time she said I can’t wait any longer rocky, use your manhood and tore the underwear and guided it to her pussy. I inserted it slowly and moved inside and outside and slowly increased the rhythm. After sometime I cum in her and lay on top of her. She caught hold of me by placing her legs around my butts. After sometime she released the leg lock and we slept side by side. I woke up after 1 hour and mom was staring at me by the time I woke up. I asked her why she was staring. She said.