When you were on the ladder in the garage earlier I was eye to eye with your pouting, camel toe! The sight of your pussy wrapped tightly in the black ...fabric left me with a spot of precum in my shorts the size of half my fist! You layed back again, slowly spreading your legs revealing your taste in Brazilian waxing! Your light mocha thighs perfectly framed your wet, delicious labia. My dick was drooling as I leaned in and inhaled your scent. As I got closer I could see the individual drops of. I said yeah I do. she removed the dildo out of my pussy, licked her fingers one more time, wet my ass, and slid the dildo right in. OMG what a rush. She fucked me over and over again ,. until I couldnt take it anymore. I told her that I wanted to come, she took the dildo out and licked my ass, until i came. I couldnt take it anymore. She was amazing. I wanted to fuck her now, and she said that fucking me was the best , and that we could just lay there and kiss and caress until we both fall. That in itself was a rather scary thought. And one of a psychotic's. But... he just didn't seem dangerous. And I wanted to hear more. "So, if you're my creator, why did you choose this to happen to me?" I had a bit of anguish invested in that particular question. I caught myself before I slid into his reality.He frowned, tapping his fingers on the tabletop. "I've wondered about that, myself, Tara. I mean, I'm not transsexual, nor do I really want to follow your transformation in my own life.. In the evenings after our dinner Parvathi used to clean the dishes and go to her room. We usually used to chat for a while on different topics and afterwards retire to our respective rooms and spend rest of the time watching TV or reading. But that night after coming to my room I switched off the lights and laid on my bed. After an hour somebody knocked on my door but I didn’t respond and after few minutes another knock but still I didn’t respond. Half an hour later I slowly got up and stepped.