. meri jaan.She was wearing a kurta and legin. She held my dick in her hand, lowered her leggin along with her panty till her thighs. She placed my di...ck on her pussy adjusted it to the right place and asked me to push. I pushed my dick and it penetrated her pussy. She said “ye choosna to fursat ka kaam hai… ab jaidi se chod de kasam..” I started stroking. She raised her kurta till her bra and she raised my shirt and vest, Our bellies were rubbing against each other. She was leaving moans in. When I started to object, she responded, "You are a girlnow. You need to at least know the basics of sewing. Besides, with yourtail I think you need to know it, so you can later fix your own clothes tofit you better."I couldn't think of any objections to that, so I just shut up and followedher instructions.Afterwards she had a takeout dinner while I had another of my usual dietbars and watched some TV before going to bed. As we watched the movie, Mombecame annoyed with my tail swishing in. I had agreed to meet him in the parking area of the mall. I wore pink boy shorts (with my secret well tucked, I wouldn’t want an unsightly bulge in mini skirt) and pink bra with inserts (they give me cute little a cup titties) suntan thigh highs, black mini skirt, a pink shell and black 4′ ankle strap heels, pink lip gloss and eye shadow, pink nail polish and blond wig. It was dark when I pulled into the mall parking lot, he was parked at the far west end, I parked next to him and got into his. "I was wondering if I could borrow some sugar?" I blurt, quickly.He laughs, and leans in toward my face. "What kinda sugar you want, hun?" He winks again, but turns and walks into his apartment, gesturing for me to do the same. I warily step inside. He disappears for a second, reappearing with a large container filled with sugar. He hands it to me, smiles, and I step back into the hallway. I turn to go, but his voice stops me."I want some kind of payment for that sugar, you know. Some sugar in.