"Well, sweet thing." The man and his buddy said as the two girlstook off running. As he started running his hand through Paul'swig, he pulled it off. ..."How about you two instead coming back tomy camp site?" What the?" His friend said in anger. "You're a man?" "Catch us if you can!" Paul said as he took off with his mother andthe toughs chasing after them. The guy who pulled off Paul's wigsaid in anger: "I hate men who dress up as women. Especially thosewho make fools out of my brother and me!". Mujhe kya pata tha ki meri sab se badi fantasy hakikat main badal jayegi. Ek din main shaam ko kam ke baad ghar aaya hi tha ki door bell baji and maine dekha 5 log 22 se 35 ke the aur Rashmi ko bulane lage to maine kaha kya kaam hai to mujhe ek aadmi nae bohot zor se chaata mara aur mujhe table pe baandh diya and Rashmi aayi to bole aapne bulaya tha na kaam ke liye.Fir sab ne milke mujhe bedroom me le gaye and rashmi waha ek bra and panty main sab ke saamne aayi and main ye dekh ke shock ho. I rolled up one panty, my favorite, around my shaft, rubbing it alongside. This made me get to an extraordinary climax. I imagined her on her four, her big ass staring at me, and the thong strip barely covering her tiny asshole. While having my fetish fantasy with Isabel's underwear, salvaged off baggage moments ago, I imagined her pussy in front of me. I reached out and slid the panty aside smoothly. Her shaved crotch showed up, beautifull, exquisite. I continued to stroke my rod madly,. Don't know any Helens." She sounded convincing enough as my heart sank into despair again. Not her. Couldn't have been. Hoped too much. This Felicia was too young, too slutty, too womanly.She saw that I was upset and turned her charm back on. "There, there, kid. It's all right. maybe someday you will find this Helen. Who is she to you anyway?" Nobody. Just an old acquaintance."On Bourbon Street. That's where all the whores hang out. That's probably where you'll find your mother. But don't go.