One saturday morning i had to take bath .but water was not coming i asked my mother”mummy paani kyun nahin aa raha hai”she replied”nazeer se poo...ch ke usne tank mein paani bhara ke nahin”at that time i was wearing only my shorts and banyan and nothing under my shorts.I went to nazeer’s room there i found salma alone . she was sweeping her room she was wearing a nighty she was bent and i could see her lovely breasts moving right and left as she was sweeping hard my dick was standing rock hard. There are a lot of blacks working the swing shift, and I've become friends with some of them over the past couple of years.One is an especially good friend. Jeff and I often joked and talked about sex. We'd k** each other about interracial sex and what our baby might look like. He was so black and I was so white neither of us could quite imagine what our c***d would look like. Yeah, I know this was a strange relationship, but I was attracted to Jeff and we k**ded all the time like that.Anyway,. Now when i dressed i would fantasize about being used like a girl by a man....sometimes the fantasy would involve several men.this had come about ever since my mom had bought our first home computer. I'd spend hours when home alone watching tranny porn on the internet. i'd even posted photograps of myself dressed in lingerie on a couple of porn sites.one day i had come across an escort website where i'd seen hundreds of pictures of trannies offering their services. however, the one that had. She stood up and bent over the bed, her skirt had falled back down. She told me to lift her skirt and get my face in there. I did as I was told and ran my lips and nose across the lovely cotton on her bottom, I was really nervous but I was dying to press my nose into her bottom and have my face surrounded by her warm damp cottom covered ass. It was heaven.I was told to stand and remove my boxers, my cock was semi-hard, she pulled me towards the bed by it and gave it a few gentle tugs which made.