Mein bahut sidha tha ….To mene bola nahi kiya …To boli aj sikhati hu ki kese karte hein …Mere bal pakad diye or jor se boli bol …..Kutte…..B...l …Ki aj me tujhe chodna chahti hu …To mene nahi bola to boli ..Psi ke hukam ko nahi manta ..Abhi jel mein chakki pisvaungi …To me dar gaya or meine bol diya….Badme usne mujhe bar se hi apne boobs pe laga diya ..Mera muh itni jor se dabaya ki mein jese pura uske boobs me chala jata….Bad mein boli ek kam kar nanga ho ja…To mujhe sharam a rahi thi …Par mujhe. ’ ‘Yes, you are. And I know where you’re heading too,’ she turned back to me. ‘But you know, just because I bought a few clothes and cut my hair, doesn’t mean I’ve changed. Not me, inside.’ She pointed to her chest and my eyes followed her hand to those sweet little breasts that… I dragged my eyes back up to hers and tried to concentrate on what she was saying about her inside, instead of contemplating what her outside looked like. I was only partially successful, because the view of her newly. Suddenly his eyes went wide. “Not that hard,” Pete gasped out. I saw the pain on his face and said, “Sorry,” while loosening my grip a little. Pete responded, “That’s okay. Now move your hand up and down it.”As I slowly started moving my hand up and down the length of his penis, I watched first as Pete closed his eyes and looked like he went into a great state of pleasure, like I was giving him a massage or something. Soon though, I lowered my eyes and watched as I pulled the foreskin below the. He led me back to the sofa, sat medown, got down on his stockinged knees in front of me and told me howhe'd decided to tell me he loved me and wanted to marry me. Hepromised not to be forceful or demanding. He said he would doanything for me. He would even stop dressing up if I wanted, althoughhe said he'd like me to accept it. "I really want to be with you sovery much," he said. "Please marry me."I felt I should just refuse, but I couldn't. Something inside wasstirring. I leaned over, kissed.