This is an independent story with no follow-ups because that’s how it happened.My name is Kishan and I’m living in Bengaluru. This is a story whic... happened a few years ago in college when we went on an education trip to few historical places. Basically, we’re not art students so we were supposed to visit a nuclear power plant and see the engineering marvels in it but we decided to visit few more places on the way so that we can spend one or two days extra.The girl of the story is Sharmila who. Petersburg in spring. Theregion's birds songs that were looking for their partner.It was to real to be a simple dream, I instinctively knew that I hadlived through that time. But why? Why could I also remember growing up asa man? When I had been a girl since my first memories.My head hurt and I remembered other scenes, our house in russia burning.Someone in a uniform holding me under his arm, carrying me away. Speakingin a language that had been unknown to me at that time. But now I knewit, I. "Feel that and tell me what you think." Her fingers lightly moved over the bulge that was so evident in the front of my jeans and then moved down my leg, tracing the contour of my swollen, throbbing cock.Chrissy's eyes widened, and she said, "Oooh, Bobby, you're so hard. And sooo big! Are you that way because of me? Am I doing that to you?" Yeah, it's all because of you. Seeing you in that top, holding you like this with your breasts rubbing against my chest, and thinking about what you will. That night when I masturbated I thought of licking Mami’s cunt and later slowly fucking her. Next time when Mami asked for books I was careful that no porno book was mixed with them. Usually Mami took 5 days to read the books, But she returned the books the next day and said these are not interesting like the books you gave last time.After that I regularly gave Mami Porno books but she never commented or discussed about the books. One day Mami came running to my room up and threw the books on.