Mujhe chalne me thoda dard ho raha tha meri tango me or chut me dard tha per chudne me jo maja aya tha ye dard uske samne kuch bhi nhi tha .Agle din j...ab uthi to meri chut me bohot khalbali machi hui thi . M bas chudna chahti thi to mene bimari kaha bahana karke chuti kar li or jab mere mummy papa apne kaam per or bhai apne school chala gaya to m sidha raju ke kamre me ghus gai .Per waha per aslam pehle se betha hua tha . Wo dono waha bethe cigret pee rahe the . Aslam ko dekh kar m thoda sarma. She laughed. “Like what you see? They’re completely natural. No Dallas enhancement here, just pure big breasted genes that run in the family. Wait until you see my daughter. She has breasts that are incredibly large for her petite size. She’ll be coming in tomorrow.”I could hardly keep my eyes on the road. I’d seen plenty of breasts in my time, but none could match hers. For their size, they appeared very firm. Her dark pink nipples were huge, diamond hard and set high on her breasts. Bigger. Closer, aren't we?"I was looking at my dad's fiddling hands, having never seen him appear so nervous before. I had felt what he was trying to say when he had sat down, and was searching my own feelings for him. I still had my reservations, for I didn't trust his motivations, or his sense of right and wrong. But I knew he was trying to change, and the only reason for that was for my mom and I. Plus, the entire time I had known him, he always had been trying to do what he thought was in my best. Yes mainly women ormen who dress or have dressed as women. People I feel might know whatit feels like to be me even though they don't know me. People I wouldnever meet in the real world. The "tick box" world. The binary "male"or "female", "gay" or "straight" world.In the real world I try to help the fatherless, people who are about tofall off the ladder and become homeless. Because I know what it feelsto be homeless. And I wouldn't want anyone else to feel like me.After a day at work and.