Fir maine uski panty utari or halke-2 uski choot par hath ferne laga. Fir thodi der bad mai uski choot chatne laga or wo mera sir pakadkar dabane lagi...or zor-2 se awaze nikalne lagi ahaa hmhmm yesss baby ahahh hmm. Thodi der tak uski choot chatne k bad wo mera lund choosne lagi aahhh oh my godd bahut maza arha tha mujhe us waqt. Lund chooswane me aisi feeling kisi or ladki k sath ni aati jitni apni real sister k sath aati hai. Mai uske long hair pakad kar zor-2 se use apna lund chooswane. But with a combination of nanotechnology and 3D-printed human organs using my own DNA, I was now the proud owner of breasts, a vagina, a uterus, and ovaries; all the working plumbing, so to speak. I am a woman; only a DNA test would ever contradict me, and I was saving up to have a DNA re-sequencing operation. If I got the role I wanted, I could indulge my kink and pay for my operation at the same time.The audition went well. They liked my looks, my voice, and they were thrilled to find out. As surprising as that was, I was shocked when I looked at the floor. It had unmistakably been washed. Properly. Not just run over with a mop, but scrubbed where it was needed. Paul wasn’t having an affair. Clearly I was in the wrong house. The kitchen was even more shocking. Not only did the floor sparkle, but every counter top was perfectly clean, as was the table. I didn’t think he even knew we had counters, let alone that they could get dirty. The stovetop was clean and there were two pots. Not like one for me to ring my soppy friends on and make dinner dates. Like I ever did any of that shit on it anyway, only friends we had were at the British Legion.’ ‘Well, ring him anyway,’ said Chris. She did so. ‘Hello Chris,’ came Daniels familiar voice slightly raised in pitch from his usual drone.’ ‘Hi Daniel, it’s mum!’ she said brightly, ‘are you on your way home?’ ‘Yeah,’ he groaned, as if Mum was checking up on him. ‘OK honey,’ she said, ‘I won’t come and pick you up then, can you.