She met his stare, taking in what an ugly face he had with a wart on his cheek.“You have been abused,” he said, “Yet I see spirit in your eyes. ...Interesting!”The Arab chuckled in her face. He grabbed her left breast and roughly kneaded it, then moved his hand down to her hip. Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, her groped her butt-cheek. His hand then moved round to Barbara’s belly. She noticed him lick his lips then gasped as she felt his middle finger enter her vagina.“Damp... , “ he. .I like boys." Really, now?" asked Rachel quizzically. "You haven't mentioned thatpart yet. I don't remember starting to like boys until after myconversion was complete. Aren't you just the little girly girl?" shegiggled.Travis laughed too. "I know. But yeah, I'm soooo crushing on my goodfriend Jonas. He's just so....." Hot?" giggled Rachel."Yes!," moaned Travis. "He's beautiful. He just has such pretty eyesand he smells sooooo delicious.....like a boy. I like the way boys smellnow.". And one more thing I want to add is that my stories are not real it is an act of fiction , so any one wanna give me more story ideas or share some fantasies, please mail me along with your feed backs at Let me give you guys a quick recap of the last parts. I had cross-dressing, bdsm and women domination fantasies, and used to jerk off my penis and one day my wife koel came to know about this. Unusually she accepted it and promised me help by fulfilling my fantasy. In that process I discovered. I again tried on my birthday skirt and used my pliers to attach the charm to my bracelet, but I’d not wear that tomorrow, so I’d have something to show around on Tuesday.The year ahead might be special for another reason, too, as Mom had also hidden away a booklet. The reference to “Daddy and I often speak of you as our ‘young lady,’” wasn’t quite right because my father wasn’t with us, but the point was the same.I, of course, already knew all about the curse from my friends, but Mom didn’t.