I had someplace that I need to get to --" Oh come on, Richard. Don't you go disappointing me today, please? You know how much I've been looking forwar... to having you again, ah I mean having you over again." My hand went down underneath my dress, between my legs and started feeling over my naked pussy. "Whatever it is, please let it wait," I said."You want me to come on over? What about your old man?" He's going to be out of town for the next few days. So what do you say?" Is it. I am always reading stories from Indian Sex Stories at my free time. By the way, I am reading I liked one story and commented for his story.His name harish and his email id and his age 24 and he too from my town coimbatore. He given me reply after a day.We both chatting daily at our free times.He was very genuine and honest.He itself told me,his story is an fantasy, not real. I liked his behaviour.Our chatting continued for a month.We shared our feelings and everything while chatting. While. His hand slid under her knicker-leg and he slid a finger into her body, strangely it was reassuring and for the remaing part of the night that’s how they stayed, her dozing fitfully and he with a fat finger in her body, motionless, she awoke with a start the sun just coming up and he had gone, she was desperate to pee, , she held off though for as long as she could, but nature is not to be put off, and her waters dribbled down between her cheeks to drip noisily into the old bath and wet her. Next, I selected a short black leather skirt that I had bought her for a fancy dress party that we had gone to, her as a prostitute and me as a pimp (although I had secretly fantasised about it being the other way around!) I completed the outfit with a cream silk blouse that just about showed the black corset through it. I looked quite slutty, just how I liked to dress. I fastened her wig to my head and quickly put on some makeup to complete the transformation. I didn’t look in the mirror as in.