Didi ne mera pura sparm chat liya . ab didi ne kaha tum mujhe kiss karo mene didi ke bra or penty nikali or niche letaya or didi ke badan par kisKarne... laga ek hath se didi ke bade boobs sahla raha tha . fir thodi der bad boobs ko chusne laga mane apna ek hath didi ki yoni me dala waha par malish karne laga us wakt didi ke muh se siskari nikalne lagi aaaaaa hhhhh sssssssss veriiiiiiiii good ese hiiiiiii ragteeeee isi trah se sikar jor se le rahi thi thodi der bad didi ne kaha samir chut ko bhi. I was amazed at how our relationship had improved. She gave me acard where I could have laser hair removal, and immediately begancoaching me on my walk ? nothing too dramatic, but a bit of a femininesway to my hips. When I did well, she rewarded me with a little slap onmy rear, and praise of, "Good sissy!" She also said that subconsciouslyshe new I would fight becoming a sissy, so she had programmed the CDsshe had given me to make me lose my inhibitions, and to be made easilysuggestible. It was. Oh Jesus, I can’t wait, I want them both fucking me … in my cunt, in my ass. I want to feel both their cocks ramming into me side by side … filling me up, stretching me, splitting me apart. Oh yes, oh yes, the feeling of both men wanting me so much, wanting to just fuck me and slam their cocks into me over and over again. So much man inside my body”Gripping myself as tight as I can … watching Julie pump fingers inside herself once more, her hand a blur. “Ooh yes, I want so much to get fucked by. Fortunately there was no c***dren involved, but the divorce was an ugly one and Ken seemed angry with the world back in 1994. One evening as we stopped at the pub following shopping at a local supermarket we met Ken who,invited us to share a bottle of champagne as he was celebrating his divorce finally going through! Sarah declined as she hates bubbly and opted for sparkling wine instead as we helped him duly celebrate while he told us of his ex wife’s treachery.: “Unbeknownst to me she was.