So often I fall asleep dreaming that Timmy and I are the best of friends andwe really don't mind the dress-up games that Mother and Auntie Madge put u...through. Sometimes I think on comments left by readers of my stories andwonder why they write negative or disheartening comments. I wish that they'dcome to an understanding that these stories are fiction and that I'm justwriting things that I would enjoy happening to me.So this is my dream day with Timmy, Auntie Madge, and Mother.Timmy and I. Fuck me. When he got to the top, he stopped and spun around. It was her. ‘Hi, I’m Devyn,’ she said smiling at him. A full smile. A real smile. Her voice was soft. Better than he’d imagined. Her eyes were blue and she had tiny wrinkles on the end of them when she smiled. She was smiling. At him. ‘Er, hi,’ he said. What else could he say? ‘I’ve gotten off that train every day for the past three weeks wondering what I should say to you,’ she said, ‘but I couldn’t think of anything. And if I did. Once it was all the way in, she just sat there for a minute, wriggling a little, and letting out little moans of ecstasy. She then put her hands on my chest and began to slowly grind round in circles, slowly at first, then faster, and faster, and faster - the faster she got, the less she would grind in circles - eventually, she was fucking me hard just by rocking backwards and forwards rather than up and down, pushing her hands into my chest. Her eyes were closed, and her beautiful tits were. Fir pas aake unhone mujhe haath pakad ke andar le gayi. Guest room mein pahunch ke boli “Tu baith yaha mai aati hu” bol ke andar chali gayi aur ek semi transparent nighty pehen ke bahar aayi.Woh baith ke baat karne lagi normally but mera land tab bhi tana hua tha. Unka nazar baar baar uspe ja raha tha. Kuch der baat karne ke bad woh uthke chai banane ke liye kitchen mein gayi. Main 2 min baith afir main bhi uthke kitchen mein chala gaya. Mera bura halat ho raha tah. Man kar raha tha unko wahi.