I finally decided to flex my creative muscle a bit and become a moreactive member of the community here on FM. I have much bigger plans thanthis, act...ually. This was merely a side-though while developing a muchlarger literary concept. A driving theme to all my works that will beposted here. But my overarching idea isn't TG in and of itself, so I feltit was more respectful of your community to start out with more run-of-the-mill bits of drabbling wank-fic. Unho ne kha ajao main unke pass gaya bola btao ku rori thi meko dost mana tha na share karo sb acha lagega unka rona nikal gaya main kya karta maine unhe pakad kar gale lagaya aur chup karaya .Fir unhe walk aur fir long drive pr leke gaya aur unhe samjhaya jo gaya zindagi se gaya uske peeche mat roo. Apki bhi life hn aur betiyan hn .. unke liye khush rahao vo boli tum nahi samjhogy maine kha btao toh baat kya hn boli personal hn maine kha btao boli mere divorce se phele hi ek saal se maine sex. As our strange little parade made it's way down the campus streets Mary honked the horn of her jeep every half a block, rarely failing to attract attention. Several times we were greeted by a group of people running out of their dorm buildings to get a better look, at which point Mary would stop and let them play with me for a few minutes.This play usually consisted of a good number of photographs, some by myself, some with other people wanting to prove they were here and saw my degradation.. As much as I don't like my breasts handled at this point, I love having them looked at. When I was out on the street, I was deliciously aware of the fact that every man going by was seeing me naked. My dress was a translucent beige slip. Before picking an outfit, I'd checked out a few street walkers and decided that they were mostly wearing sexy undergarments instead of outer wear. Some high style gowns are pretty revealing, but these girls wanted to look sexy while also cheap and available..