Humme bhi moka doMe: hat sale. Sirf meri hai. Unka hakRehan: ha theek hai. Dekhna kahi muh na mare. Isliye pehele he pel loMe: (I was ashamed ki mai k...hud yaha el hindu lund ke liye condom lene aya hu)Rehan: chalo milte hai. Aish karoI buyed condoms and some moisteriser as told and returned back home. Ghar jake dekha toh ammi ne lal hinjab aur full make up kiya hua tha. Aur wo baal bana rahi thi. Maine jake unse kahaMe: ammi khuda ke vaste esa na pak rishta mat banaoAmmi: wasim tume moka diya. While I was yelling, Tiffany turned herself around and lowered her cunt down over my face. She was definitely excited. The smell of her sex was almost overpowering and juices where seeping from between her pussy lips.“Remember,” she said, “you give me what I want and I give you what you want.”She lowered herself down slightly more so that her clit was riding on my nose. I tilted my head and pushed my tongue as far into her as I could. My nostrils were now rubbing against her swollen pleasure. Of course that day I couldn't focus on a thing at school, I was blinded by the image of Samia's breasts.Next day I did exactly what she asked me to do, waited for 30mins and I found her getting out of a cab, wearing the skinniest jeans ever, showing her awesome round ass. She grabbed me into the cab and went to her home. She kept telling me how lonely it is to live alone and then suddenly she hopped on my lap facing me with her legs opened, she kept on french-kissing me, putting her tong down. I pulled it up tight and once again adjusted myself. I looked down, I had a slightly exaggerated pussy mound of a young lady. Next the bra, latex breast forms and the blonde wig. I felt amazing. I felt completely free! Could I ever sit at my desk and not think about this bizarre moment? I looked out the window and was glad I was on the 22nd floor! I caught a glimpse of myself and knew I needed more. I dug through the canvas bag and found the slightly wrinkled skirt. It was pleated! I knew I had.