Did you have fun?" Mom had said "her" and she was complimenting Beth on turning me intoJenny."Thank you Mommy," Beth said. "Yes, it was lots of fun," ...she admitted. "Jenny, what do you think about all of this?" "Well," I said, "I guess it was okay. I had fun too. But I promise Iwon't do it again. Really. It was just, well, it was just that I wasbored and I didn't want Beth to think she outsmarted me." "Didn't she? You're the one in the dress," Mom said with a laugh. Beth and Susie started. I guess it was when I was teen that we moved again, my dad had been working as a mechanic part time, and my mother was making good money. My father was offered a cantina (a bar) that was near the fields and he bought it. It was an old place in a very ratty neighborhood. It had a little apartment above it and that was are new home. The bar survived solely on the men that worked in the fields. My sister and I shared a room, my brother slept in the living room, and my parents had their own. Prying apart the man's hairy butt cheeks, she could smell the musk comingfrom his ass. As Pansy stuck out her tongue and started inching closer tohis hole, she could feel Paul wrestling for control of his body. Shecould feel him screaming inside her head in disgust. He started pullingback in revulsion."No you don't." Paul could feel the man tightening the grip on his hair."Get to work, faggot."Paul struggled as he tried to deal with the man's words. He wasn't afaggot, he was Pansy Pumpscock,. He said that Madhan is on night shift and will be back by evening only. Disappointed, I boarded the train and reached my home in Chennai by evening 6 pm. As usual, my husband was still at the office, my 21-year-old son was happy to see me again and I hugged him. Suddenly I felt that I under the arms of Madhan and I hugged further tightly. When I started caressing his back, I realized that he is my son and parted apart with a jerk. My son Shiva wasn’t surprised, Thank god. I avoided the.