Simon had always respected her courage. She stood sixfeet tall and had shoulders as broad as a linebacker. Her voice wasnever capable of performing ...more than a cheap imitation of a woman'stone. Her life must be a constant struggle between reality and desire,Simon thought. No existing science or technology could reconcile howshe looked and how he imagined she must want to look. He realized thathe had a test subject. I wish Amy was really a woman, he thought; hegasped realizing that Amy was. They'd violate me deeply and force me to cum. Getting pounded hard and deep. My breasts would be squeezed and smacked. I would be untied and taken to a coffee table where is would lay down and be tied to it. They would rig up the suction machine and place the large cups over my breasts, turning it on and pulling my breasts up into the cup. The suction would bring my nipples to a point and they would swell over time. While the machine sucked at my breasts they would continue to fuck my ass and. "Well now, you know things have to change around here." I know," I said. "We're sorry for what happened, Aunt Millie. We won't do it again." Aunt Millie was still smiling. "To start with you can stop calling me Aunt Millie."Angela started crying again. "Does this mean you are disowning us?" I asked. She laughed out loud. "No, not at all. If we are going to have a sexual relationship I don't want to be addressed as the old aunt."I looked toward my sister who had stopped crying. We were both. Mene kha kuch nahi phr mene uske gaal pr kis kr dia woh mere kiss krte hi durr ho gyi ….Gusse se boli yeh kya kr rahe ho tum ….Mene kha thik h sory yr ….Mene kha pas aa jao ….But woh nahi aayi …. Boli yahi se baat kro 8 baj gaue the baat krte krte man hi mann soch ra tha aj toh ladki milegi chodne ke liye puri raat chodunga ishe aahh yeh soch ker land or b tight ho gya ….Ki tabhi door bell baji ….Hum ghbra gaye ki kon h toh woh boli rum m jao almirah me chup jao …..Mai gate khoti hu jaldi kro.