Us ne kha ki koyi bat nhi. To hum aise hi bat kr rhe the ki itne main station aa gaya aur hum dono utar gaye.Company ki traf jane ke liye rickshaw len...a padta ha to usne kha ki walk kr ke jana ha ya rickshaw pr to maine kha ki lets walk b’coz main tym spend krna chata tha. To hum company puch gaye and hum ne mobile number exchange kr liya. Fer to hamri bat hoti rhi. Main us ko simple se msg krta tha bus to ek din maine non veg msg kr diya. To uska reply aaya what’s this. To maine kha ki. Chhodo yaaarr .Maine usko utar diya.Maine gate band kr diya aur pent shert utar di.Underwear aur baniyan mein tha.Reena samajh gai ki aaj uski khair nahin.Usne mere tool ki taraf dekha.Lund khada ho chuka tha.Usne pani piya aur kuchh saman ko theek kiya.Main bed pr let gya tha.Wo bhi thodi der mein mere paas aa gai . . Maine uski saree ka pallu kheench kr saree utarni chahi pr wo mna krne lgi.Reena-thodi der ruk jao na . Fir utar lena . Bade mood mein ho . AaWo mere sath aaker let. She began tohelp me and guide me even more, not only choosing what sort of clothingI should wear but also the right type and style of underwear andhosiery, shoes and accessories.She even took me to her hairdressers one night. After first explainingthe situation to her, they both helped to choose the best possiblehairstyle for me, one that would enhance my femininity rather than tryto hide my masculinity, a mistake, she told us, that quite a few menmade when dressing. It was the same hairdresser. His moans told me he was enjoying it. I worked my way slowly to the head of his cock and teased the back side of the head by flicking my tongue across it. This produced a little droplet of precum and I just couldn’t resist any longer and put my mouth over the head of his beautiful cock and slowly worked my way deeper and deeper until his pubes were tickling my nose. I worked my mouth back up to the head again, all the while he was moaning and mumbled that it felt so good. My lips were locked.