All around her were the massacred bodies of friends and relatives, cold and drowning in blood. Through the haze Monique remembered gracefully dancing ...around the room with her father, her white wedding dress flowing like dove’s wings caught on a genital breeze. The wedding was arranged to help her parents pay off their debt, Monique knew nothing about her ‘husband’ but the love of her family couldn’t see them go hungry, so she agreed to the marriage. Her only joy was Bernard had decided to stay. So i stuck my titty in his mouth and he took the towl of me. he kisses both of my tits and then i sat down next to him. george asked me if i was ok and he put his arm aroung me. i have never felt so comfortable and safe. it was such a good feeling. i knew that he would be good to me no matter how much we are apart in age. i just new. i said to him that i didnt know what to do and he said that he would teach me so i said ok. he grabbed my tit and i grabbed his cock because i thought that is what. Her hostel was a kind of single flat in the appt. As I rang the doorbell of kusum teacher, she opened the door. My eyes gone wide opened as I watched her in salwar suit for the very first time. She was wearing a blue sleeveless kurti with white dupatta and white salwar. Her kurti was short one like shweta tiwari use to wear in kasauti zindagi ki. She asked me to sit on a chair with table in front of it. And then she went in to the kitchen for tea and all. After 5 minutes she came back with a. A little backstory to this before we go any further...Through this bullshit dating site I came across a trannie who showed some interest in me, so after a little while I finally convinced her to go to a hotel with me but she backed down on me and on top of that she also wanted to go dressed as a boy, so that was a bust.. well fuck!.But then I found another tranny and was she a cutie! She goes by the name of Jennifer, she has long dark hair, petite body, kissable lips and the attitude that goes.