One of the things they discussed endlessly was why five times as many menas women were interested in experiencing what it was like to change sex.Moreo...ver, ten times as many men as women changed to the opposite sexfrequently, and twenty times as many men as women changed their genderpermanently. What did this mean? What did it indicate about the sexes ingeneral and the roles of the sexes in our society? Why were so few womeninterested in being a man even for a day, while so many men. As I was setting the butter and jam on the table, I asked, “Still feeling bad about last night?”Mom stood up quickly and screamed at me. “Of course, I still feel bad about last night! Do you think I don’t have feelings?” She pounded her fist on the table, spilled her coffee, and shouted: “I don’t know why men don’t like me!” She broke out in tears and ran from the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom.I stood stunned as the coffee dripped onto the floor. I have never seen my mother lose. Sex with her boyfriend had become a bit dull - she only usually got fucked once a week, twice if she was lucky. Kim started running a hand all over her tits, rubbing her nipples, pinching them, making them harder still. She started groping her lovely firm bum with the other, imagining that it was Dave's hands all over her. Then she moved her hand up her short skirt, pulled her panties to one side and plunged 2 fingers deep into her wet hole. She knew she didn't have long, but she just had to. Now let us get into the story. I got formally introduced to the neighbor couple n my roommates, being shy I always maintained my distance with them, just a formal smile when and from work. I do my morning jog by 5:30 , though banu aunty belonged to the upper middle class , she was real simple, traditional and always in a saree. My morning jog got me a chance to glimpse of her beautiful cleavage almost daily when she used to come out n bend to pick up the pockets of milk n news paper,Anyways I.