I had one last hope to confirm all of this. “Claire what about what happened with your ex the other day?” She went stiff and looked down at me. “Are you still worried about that? Oh baby, it’s okay she will never hurt you again.” The rest of the week went by in a blur nothing seemed real, even my family remembered me as a woman. I looked through pictures and saw a woman in everything I had ever done. Even my computer was full of pictures of me as a woman. I wanted to know how everything changed so drastically and who or what was behind it all. I began to retrace the events that led up to this out worldly event. Then it hit me, that thing that touched my leg. Could it have done all of this? If so then what the hell was it and why did this to pussy happen to me? As much as I wanted to go back to that beach and search for whatever it was that changed my life so drastically my schedule was just too full to find the time. Over the next three days I began to pack up my things so I could move into the University dorms. However, Claire had a better idea, she encouraged… more like enforced her plan on me moving into her apartment. For whatever reason I accepted her plan and she helped me move my things into her apartment. For whatever reason every time Claire suggested or decided that I should do something this way or that I did it. It was like I was obeying her every command as if I was her slave. Of course, every time I did as she asked, she would reward me by either fingering my pussy or fucking me with her big dick. As much as I tried to refuse her advances when she was horny all she had to do was rub my clit and breasts for a few moments and I would melt and let her do as she pleased. Pleasurable as it was this really made my head spin in more ways than one. I still didn’t understand why I was so submissive and weak willed when it came to her. So, I decided to come up with a plan to test her control over me. Of course, I japanese would start small and build my way up to the harsher testing. But I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt her. I was japonesa a Friday night at Claire’s place the neighbours were getting a little rowdy but nothing too bothersome, the good thing was that they had great taste in music. I was on my laptop writing up an essay for my Eng. lit class. Claire was out shopping for something, what exactly that was is beyond me since she said it was play a surprise and I would just have to wait for her to come home. I gazed at my watch and saw that it was after ten, I started to wonder what was taking her so long to get home. I grabbed my cell and dialed her number. It took several moments but she answered. “Hello?” “Claire, where are you?” “Who is this vagina and how did you get this number?” “Claire its Kay, where are you baby?” “Kay? How do you mean? You know the stereotype about white mothers right? She sank to her knees and ducked her head under Miss Jones skirt. “I trust you.” “You won’t join us?” I raised a brow, “So I got all dolled up for nothing?” Their naked feet padded with their excitement. Her legs wrapped around my waist, as I groaned into her mouth and she did the same. You didn't specify." I just closed my mouth over the straw and sucked in another mouthful of my drink. I remember how her ass looked, her rear tan save for that narrow triangle of pale flesh that descended japanese towards her vagina shaved pussy. “Israa’s super play excited to have you come over!” "Please mister . . . “T-true…” He said uncertainly. It just won't work out if she knows." Copyright 2018 We all chatted about nothing really for a while then just as I was given a second beer, Dani said, You smile and remove your robe and panties and then start kissing your way up my body. We like it when they run. Nicole tosses it up pussy to me and I catch japonesa it in the air on my way up to the basket. I was shocked and disgusted as my mother began to stroke my shaft. It was nice, but I liked them free to touch me. I enjoyed them able to cry out their rapture.