"Sorry, Mr. Cake..." she said, approaching it on her heels, her hips swaying sensually. "You don't mind if I forego the rubber, right? Although the pe...ople that are going to end up eating you might..." She inspected it, and found that her hips came up at just the right height to match the bottom layer. "I'd hate to get any on my dress. That might ruin the surprise..." she said, pulling her dress out of the way.Out it fell, emerging confidently, primed and ready to do its cake-defiling duty. She. Her room was larger than mine and we began sleeping together in her room and fucking at least twice a night. I moved all of Lila’s clothing and make-up into Beth’s room. My boy clothes I left in my room. As time progressed I became very adept at transforming myself into a very passable girl. Often Mom would join us in bed and after we sexually satisfied each other she would sleep with us. I also learned that both Mom and Beth loved to have their pussy eaten, before being fucked and a good. Babita boli bapuji kyon itna gussa hote hai aiye aap bhi humare sath maze kijiye aur aisa bolkar bapuji ka pajama nkhol deti hai aur unhe sofe pe bitha deti hai.Aur phir unhone bapuji ka land chusna shuru kiya bapuji maze le rhe the aur bole wah re babita tu to bada acha choosti hai kai saal ho gaye is budhhe lung ko aisa maza mile. Babita boli abhi sab shuru hi hua hai jaise babita bapuji ka chus rahi thi piche se jake jetha ne uski choot marni shuruki to babita boli aram se jetha ji mujhe. The idea of going to the Dean’s office was brought up, but this was a liberal university in New York City, and we quickly dismissed the notion that the school would have our backs. A few other suggestions were thrown out and all were quickly shot down as pointless.I had been thinking about this for a while, so I gathered my courage and said “I think we need to take matters into our own hands. This cunt needs to be taught a lesson.”The other guys stared at me – we were a bunch of intellectuals.