They would stare with their mouths open and often ask who she was. Theywould swear that they had seen her on a magazine cover or in acommercial. Rich ...was in a fight for his very life and he knew it. Whatdid he do? He ran once again; he ran by going within himself and almoststayed there forever!Reality is a hard taskmaster or even mistress, is it not? Ask anyonetrapped in the wrong body; they can tell you about reality as it trulyis! Ask the many boys that are in reality, girls! Ask the girls. Uske boobs chusne laga aur katne laga…wo moan kr rahi thi…aaaahhhhhh…aaahhhhhhh, lekin use bhi darr tha so aawaz km kr rahi thi wo….karib 15 minute tk uske boobs chusne k baad maine uski salwar mein hath daala aur nada khol kr salwar neeche kr di…..phr main uski panty pe hath ghumane laga, she was all wet….Phr maine uski chut pe hath firaya, she was all clean shaved n what a soft pussy she had….main uske clitoris ko rub karne laga which made her gone wild….wo mere baalo mein hath ghuma rahi. She undid the bandage on my arm, a deep frown crossed her face as she inspected the wound. Taking a thin blanket from my pack, she came and wrapped me. She placed my water bottle next to me after she had made me drink.I was by now only semi-conscious. I became aware of a tickling and then a sting on my arm, forcing my eyes open and I looked. I must be imagining things I thought. All I could see was a bum close to my face with a small round arse hole peering at me. Then I saw the pee splashing. She tried to get away.“Don’t!” I warned her and stood her up straight, one hand grasping her beautiful hair to convince her that she did not want to struggle. I tore her top from her and a quick snip of the scissors and her sports bra followed the shirt to the floor. I then peeled her leggings from her, admiring how her ass looked in her skimpy panties. At my command she stepped out of her panties and stood there completely naked, looking at the floor in submission.Karen stood there, realizing.