I hide my passions in them, how desperately I want to be fucked by these rugged men with machine guns, stubble and, holding those curvy girls by there...necks, fucking them into oblivion. The day had become increasingly warm, almost unbearable so I decided to take a detour through the park, with the large trees to protects me.My men still mindfucked me as I walked and I could feel myself growing excited. I pressed my books into my breasts, trying to fondle myself without anyone noticing. I. I had seen her many times before, once when she came to greet me as the new neighbour, and several times at the park where I normally used to jog. I never managed to speak with her at the park due to the people around, so the only graphic memory I was left with was when she had visited me at my house. Also, her kids were studying in the same school where I was a coach, but I couldn’t take any chances there either.She had appeared at my door dressed very neatly, a gray skirt flowing a little. I felt myself startto whimper as she worked, feminizing me. "Don't you start cryingsissy or you'll really be in for it. What's the matter sissy!? Thisis what you were doing when I caught you wasn't it? Putting on mynylons like a little sissy girl. Well now that you are nice andhairless and all pretty and perfumed we'll just do it right now won'twe?" Madge said as she smoothed and then began gartering theremaining stocking.I could smell the perfume and feel the straps on the brassiere. Then came Megha with water for me. I didn’t know if she did it on purpose or not. But when she bent to hand me the water, her stay felt a little extended.As I was a little tipsy, I just stared at her boobs without caring about what was happening around me. As she didn’t have any dupatta at that moment, she couldn’t cover up. When I went to keep the glass in the kitchen, she stopped and asked me if I was drunk. I told her yes.She said that I stink of it and I should brush my teeth and even take.