But I could trace out a thin hairline consisting of tiny golden hairs running from her navel to the deep hidden valley that lie beneath.Her tummy was ... perfect blend of flesh and muscle. There was no sagging, but it was smooth enough with the right curves to ride and flip a roller blade. She was truly the Country queen(Naattu Kattai) they say in Tamil. It was the village routine and lifestyle that had sculpted her into the statue she was today. Further down I could look at the little visible. Even in long years of attempting to “train” his ejaculation we could not progress to vaginal intercourse I could enjoy. I loved being wet and so badly wanted him inside but in reality that was never really possible.So my dreams in private were for a big hard veined cock to enter me and go deep inside my soaking wet eager and hungry hole.After my first pregnancy I was large internally and externally and some years later I think I enlarged even more.I have a wonderfully talented daughter who grew. But I couldn’t stop him. He was able to pull my skirt a little upwards by his constant rubbing motion. Watching his bold behavior, all the 7 men started talking to me.The man who was sitting in front of me asked me if my legs were aching by constant sitting. I said yes and he asked me to put my legs on his lap. I hesitated at first, but I don’t know what came over me, I put my legs on his lap. He started pressing my feet and saying, “Let me massage you”.As he lifted up my leg, my skirt went. "Everyone thinks I'm a girl so I'll probably have to change in thegirls locker room." I thought, "but I'm still male under these clothesso what do I do?"I met up with Claire again at the end of class and she could see mythoughts were elsewhere."Something wrong?" She asked. "You look distracted." No, I'm fine." I replied unconvincingly.She let the matter drop though and we walked in silence. Claire neededthe toilet though, and suddenly I was on my own in a corridor full ofguys with their eyes on.