Enjoy.Hello guys, I am Soubhagya. This story dates to time I was in junior college and so was my tenant. She used to stay on the first floor while me ...along with my family on the second. She wasn’t quite a talker. She rarely picked a conversation with me and ignored most of the people with pretty much a smile.Let’s get started with the story after I give away mine and my tenant’s rough image to you. Her name was Akshita. Her stats: 36b-30-36; mine: 34b-27-35. Both of us were damn fair. Give us. Here are her legs, crashing and quivering, boot heels drumming on the bench.Here are her hips, leaping and bucking, punching away with her pelvis.Here are her breasts, sore and swollen and on fire, bouncing and jumping and gleaming.Here is the ocean of her cum, drenching both her and him, her useless, sodden skirt around her waist.Here are her hands, driving her nails into his torn, slashed buttocks, forcing them against her to break her bones.Here is her wedding ring, still glinting as it. He noticed that since putting on the doll's underwear thathe had not shrunk further. The distorting glass made his head lookinflated A bit out of proportion with the rest of his body.. His hair, afew inches long before he started the transform, was now about the rightlength for a doll. Feeling like Alice, in her wonderland. The computer reminded Steve ofher chessboard. The screen like the largest one in the multiplex. Pushingthe keys with his tiny hands Steve continued the search. He also. " And you're planning on staying that way?" I said with a voice that crossed between unconvinced, yet challenging."You're the one who asked to play the game!" Lisa equally challenged me.Now she had me. I loved the game and the fact that she went through with it, but was I crazy enough to let her go on with the possibility of some guy coming up the basement steps and catching her in her state of undress?Now the safety net was gone, I had won the next hand. Lisa reached behind her back, unsnapped.