I of course had known I loved him, but actually admitting it to myself was something different. I continued talking, slowly growing deeper in sorrow. ...��I don’t know how to be me anymore. I can’t be Kira, the old Kira, the way I used to be. That’s love isn’t it? When someone changes you, and you realize you can’t go back? …And when you lose them and you realize you can’t go on?’ I broke, and began to sob quietly. ‘I wish I knew how to fall out of whatever this is! Falling in is so easy,. A group of older men leer at her long legs and her bare ass cheeks framed by her underwear as she bends over at the waist to supposedly adjust the strap on her jimmy choos.The train arrives. As she boards the train the men follow her on to the carriage and sit near her. They talk about the Blues match they are travelling to see this afternoon. The man sitting next to her puts a hand on her thigh, not getting any refusal his hand is now between her legs rubbing her pussy through the lacy. Everyone agreed that was a good idea, and they headed up to get changed.Richard was the last to finish his drink, so he went upstairs last.As he passed the girls' room. He could hear some angry whispering. Noone else was in the hallway, and Richard couldn't help himself: he gotup close to the door to listen:-----"It'll be ok," whispered Josie, "no one's every going to suspect thetruth!" That's not the point," Paula whispered back in a scolding tone, "it'sgot to be kept secret!"-----'What was. For some peculiar reason, it turned into one of the hottest lovemaking sessions I'd ever had. He fucked my ass three times that afternoon, and he stayed hard inside me almost an hour the final time. I was spasming simultaneously in the stub of my diminishing penis, in my developing pussy, and in my rectum. Kaboom! A three-way jackpot. That had to be one for the record books.Every month I change over, and it all began a couple of years ago. I had been a more or less "normal" man in my late 20s..