I remember her teaching me to do my hair and nails and all sorts of girl stuff, and whenever I did something wrong, she would slap my crotch and say s...omething like “You’re doing it like a boy!” I grew up a girl; all my clothes are hand-me-downs cloths from my sisters. Things like; skirts, blouses, panties, skinny jeans, etc. My mom found it easier to dub me a girl, she told me. At age five she told me I was half boy and half girl, though to me my penis was the only boy feature of me. But with. Peter took a large gulp of his whiskey and a bite of the Reuben, then set the sandwich down.‘Jerry, I think you need to find a new best friend.’‘What? What are you talking about? You’re intelligent, generous, loyal...’Peter winced at the last word. ‘Jerry, I am anything but loyal. You shouldn’t be having lunch with me, you should be beating me senseless. I deserve it.’‘’Why?’Peter took another gulp of his drink, then said, ‘I spent Monday afternoon fucking your wife.’Jerry blinked a few times.. We broke the hug and she asked me to sit on the sofa and asked me about the condoms and chocolate sauce.I nodded and said, “Yes, I have brought them.” Then she went into the kitchen to bring me water and brought in a tray. I drank the water and left the glass on the table.Nikita came to pick it up and intentionally dropped her pallu. I could see my married ISS reader’s deep cleavage and instantly got a hard-on. Leaving the glass in the kitchen, she came and sat opposite to me on a chair.We. " I better not." You won't," I promised. "And thank you."Tina's smile was weak, so I took her in my arms and hugged her."I'm really lucky to have you," I said softly into her ear. She pulled back enough to smile at me, genuinely warm this time. My eyes darted to her mouth and back to meeting hers and, when she didn't object, I kissed her.One kiss led to another, and we slowly sank down onto the bed. Tenderly, without really stopping the kisses, we slowly stripped off each other's clothes. Only.