Unhone socha hoga “chii..kya ganda lund hai..namkeen namkeen taste aa rha..baba chusna pdega..par mast soft soft lag rha hai”. Fir unhone sabka lu...d chatne lagi aur saaf krne lagi. Fir ajay bola “chal ab tatte chus..chikne aur baal vale dono”. Vo boli “ji malik”. Mummy sochi hongi “baba ye kya chatva rhe hai..tatto par to kuch ke baal hai..kya karun..chatna to pdega hi..”. Unhone sabko ache se chatt kar saaf kar diya.Itne mein raj bola “chalo is behan ki lodi ko mutt pilate hai apna”. Mummy dar. This story will probably take me longer to write than it took to do.I had been fucking Sharon for about 18 months and in that time I had introduced her to the shared experience. I was still at university and we were meeting two or three times a week. Her marriage was in trouble as her husband knew she was getting fucked somewhere else but he didn't know where. She had really gotten into being very submissive and often went home marked. I will try and tell the stories over the coming months as. I'll doanything. Whatever you want. Just change me back. Please?" "Look, Tiffany... Terrence, this isn't like returning a toaster. Iexplained to you clearly what this would involve. You said it was whatyou wanted." "I know," replied Tiffany. "At the start it WAS what I wanted. It waswonderful to finally be a woman, to be so feminine and sexy. But then,I had to deal with all the day-to-day stuff, like my nails." "What's wrong with them? They stay long and red, like you wanted. Younever. It was unusually soft and sexy, with a distinctly feminine quality about it. She cleared her throat and tried to bring her right hand to it, but an obstacle in the form of a gargantuan breast forced her to bring her arm almost directly out in front of her body to do it. She blinked hard several times and shook her head in denial upon seeing the blonde bombshell looking back at her from the mirror. Touching her platinum blonde hair that was in a bun with a long flowing pony-tail down to the.