Maine usko kaha jo madad tumhe chahiye wahi de raha haun. Wo boli nahi pls mujhe chod do koi dekh lega. Maine kaha koi hai hi nahi to kaise dekh lega....Aur maien use kas ke apni baho main jakad liya wo thoda apne ko chudane ki koshish kar rahi thi par ab maine apni giraft kas li thi aur uske neck pe aur back main kiss kar raha tha aur apne kahde lund ka dawab uski gaand pe badha raha tha.Ab usko bhi thoda thoda maja aane laga tha. Maine usko apni taraf ghumaya aur uske lips pe apne lips rakh. “What is it girl?” he asks.She whines and slips up to him. Alan feels bad for not spending much time with her, especially being gone the whole weekend. He of course made sure she had plenty of food and water, and the doggy door gives her two way access in and out of the house. But even when he got back last night, he barely paid her any mind. He was still reeling over the events of the weekend and his overall success.“Don’t worry, girl,” he says comfortingly. “Soon I will have more time for. You feel two pairs of hands playing with your breasts. They are heaving and full. You feel the hands squeeze your nipples to express the fluid within. “They must like it, the way they keep making me do that…” you think. Suddenly someone puts a warm mouth and tongue on your nipple, and a hand, mine you think, slides between your legs. “Your body is gorgeous.” The masseuse responds. “Just looking at you turns me on... I love your breasts…” You feel a hand squeeze your breast again as he says. Pat's compulsion to dress as a woman had grown stronger over the past year, and perhaps it was inevitable that he would have been led to this path. In any event, his vulnerability following the trauma of the morning, and the unique opportunity presented by his brush with death, fueled his fixation and emboldened him to live out his fantasies.As he moved down the quiet street, Pat took stock of his situation. He was dressed in a cheap sweat suit and sneakers, still clutching the wig, which he.