For the remainder of the morning Laura racked her brains to come up with a way of taking care of Mushtaq so they could all get out of the mosque. She ...ondered if there was a lock on the kitchen and whether Fisah could lock him in there. Even if there was, it wouldn't take him long to shoot the door open with his rifle she thought. She wondered if Fisah had access to any drugs and if they could perhaps knock him out that way? That was something to ask Fisah later.The morning seemed to drag. Made me go crazy. Then i moaned “Aaah gurdeep bhaiya, plz fast, u r superb”.He paused for a while and replied”Bhaiya bolke behnchod bana diya mujhe. call me gurdeep”. I was shivering in pleasure and i pulled him over me and kissed him deeply. He fondled my small boobies, my boobs got lost in his big palms. AND i guided him in my pussy. We were in missionary position and he inserted his cock. This is the third cock i am getting into me and so far the best of 3. The heat, the size, everything. But what did I care, I was going tobe married!!To MY BEN!! I HOPED this would happen and NOW IT HAS!!!!Even if you pinched me I wouldn't have believed that was really going tohappen to such a "tranny at heart" like me! As we got back to the shoreand he was finished fucking me on the hardwood floor with that itchybearskin rug, my mind was full of visions of a large seaside home. I couldpicture a big kitchen that children could eat in, and then run frolickingthrough the living room with me and. " Girls' pants?" Yes, but they look good."One was in fact completely normal. No embroidery or anything like that.Like my jeans. It was just that they were red. The others were OK, too.They had embroidery, but only on the pants pockets and nothing of afloral pattern. There was some kind of a symbol, could have come from amanga story.I put them both on. Not a perfect fit, but good enough. Once again Ihad something to wear."And after Christmas I'll buy you some new things to wear. Before thatit.