Deep down."No, I'm fine. Just something in my eye". I lied. She rang up the merchandise. The total. God. All my money, from my hands into Melanie's, f...r all intents and purposes. It felt so right. It felt so wrong. It felt so damn thrilling.The cashier eyed me a bit. She knew that they weren't my size. Melanie has nice size boobs, but I'm bigger, quite a bit. Melanie is also quite a bit taller than me. A bit different in the hips. The sales girl was a pro, she knew these had to be for someone. .. when you should really be directing some of your complimentsto Sian. You think that I could have made Sian from just any rawmaterial? Sure, it helps that he was a devoted love sick ex, but youthink this is the product of mere devotion to me?" Suzi patted me onthe ass, as I continued to look down. "Go on Sian, tell Jason how longyou've wanted to look like a pretty girl." Oh god... you're INTO it!" exclaimed Jason suddenly. "You're atransvestite!" he laughed to himself. "You must have been. Savita Bhabhi was attending to all incoming customers. She wore a sexy maroon top and black mini skirt that showed off her milky thighs.Meanwhile, her husband Ashok and white boy Alex were admiring her efforts from a distance. “Savi’s a natural! This might just work,” said Alex. Ashok seemed lost in his own thoughts, constantly staring at his wife Savita. “You were born to run a restaurant, babe!” said Alex hugging Savita.“I’m so happy!” cheered Savita.“I’m so happy I could help you!” replied. Meanwhile, Ashok called out from the stall, “Vikram? God no! Is it one of your pranks! Argh! Not today!”Savita could not recognize Vikram, who was dressed as ‘Thunder-man’ now. Believing that this was her husband, Savita guided him to the dance floor. Savita was horny and wanted her husband to give her what she needed. But she never realized this was not her husband.She danced around him and rubbed herself on his groin, giving him a boner. It didn’t take much time for Savita to get him aroused,.
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