Aaj tum meri Gaand dobara mut marna…. baad main tum jaab bhi bulaoo….mein aaoonga tum se Gaand marwany…abhi tau Khan saab meri Gaand kafi dard k...rti hai na…”Nawaz Khan Pathan nay kaha:“Hum ko maloom hai meri Jaan… aaj tumhara halat buhut kharab hai… jao aaram karo…chalo mein thumain hostel ke pass choorrh daita hoon”Nawaz Khan ne mujhko RS1000 diye aur Hostel bhi choora… ek hafte tuk meri Gaand main itna dard tha ke main ulta sota tha aur college bhi na ja saka…dard ki wajah se.Koi saat din ke. She smiled. Then she sat up, straddling his legs, and wiggled her hips until he could feel her, warm, wet, soft cunt brushing against him. She reached down to hold his cock against her and began moving her hips slowly, rocking back and forth. He pushed up against her, moving in rhythm, hoping that soon, she would slide him inside her, pulling against the ties on his arms as he kept pace with her motions. As his breathing began coming in ragged gasps, she realized how very aroused he was, and. Her shivering grew more intense. I tried to push her up enough to get a quick breath of air. I swallowed against her intrusive member trying to get some of the wetness out of my mouth. “YES, Yes, yes!” she moaned as I fought against her. The sensation of me struggling against her sent her to climax and she began squirting into my mouth. There was nowhere for her juices to go. I could feel her wetness going down my throat, into my sinuses, squirting from between my lips and her lips. She. I could tell that my mother's love for me was genuine, even if James hadchanged her mind to see me as girl, and I wanted to do everything that Icould to make her proud. Needless to say, after a few weeks I never satwith my legs open ever again. Her parental love was probably the onlyreal love I would ever get from now on, and James relished watching mewillingly work on my own feminization in order to keep her happy.In fact, James liked it when we had "mother-daughter" time andencouraged us to.