I felt better. Mrs Mehta looked shocked. Anjalismiled. I hated that smile. "Fine. If that makes you feel better. Ideserved that. Day after is my birth...ay. I have sent flight tickets forKabir and he has agreed to fly down. It would be great to have you overas well," she said and walked off. I got up and left without a word.This day was the most eventful day in my life.I had no intention of returning to that house but I knew Kabir wascoming down. He had not even bothered to tell me that he was. On the other, I was scared of losing myself, my masculinity, the thing that made me who I was. But who was I? At the moment, I really didn’t know. What I did know was that, from the moment I got home from work and went upstairs, I was Carla. I wasn’t playing a part or dressing for fun or doing it to please Hannah, I simply felt feminine. And deep down, I knew I didn’t want to lose that feeling. With that realisation, I suddenly became aware of the possible consequences of choosing to keep. The decision was made just to go to his house, meet them, get changed and then get bred. It had also come out that he wanted seconds – like my one other friend – he wanted to watch then take his turn in me. I didn’t have a problem with that or taking pictures of the event. He would eventually end up with quite a few pictures and hours of video during breeding. I didn’t realize just how loud I was during a breeding session until I saw some of the videos!I had a date Friday night – a real one. We. His hands started roaming feeling my tit's then down, he grabbed my ass, we continued kissing when he started to take the straps of my suit down my Fat Tits flopped out, he started playing, sucking on my nipples, I was tipsy from the beer, getting wetter by the second he was kissing my neck then whispered lets move into the laundry room. Once in there he closed the door there was an old mattress there Brad dropped it on the floor then proceeded to remove the rest of my bathing suit, there I was.