Mein chupke se dekha bhabhi ka dudh bhai sab pi rahe the, aur unko outstation bhi jaana tha, mera naam le ke bole vicky ko pila dena, chotta dewar hi ...oh hai, bete ke saman hi toh hai, bhabhi ne poocha kisi ko bataya toh? Aur baat adhuri hi rah gayee.Dupahar ko bhabhi leti hui tv dekh rahi thi uski nabhi dikh rahi thi, aur pass mein leta tinku uski nabhi mein ungli hila raha tha, bhabhi mujhse baat bhi kar rahi thi, usko malum ho gaya ki mein tinku ki harkat ko notice kar raha hun, toh khud hi. Seated in an executive's swivelchair mounted upon a wheeled platform, a somewhat older woman, her hairin a bun adorned with a small red bow, wearing gold earrings, a light-pink shirt, a red ribbon tie, a dark-pink mini-skirt with thin blackbelt, a wristwatch, sheer pantyhose, and light-pink high-heeled shoes,the fingers of her right hand fanned out beneath her chin, gives Kimberlyan appraising look, as if she is considering the lovely transvestite formore than a job, an impression that is. Underneath he started at the outside edge and rubbed the ice cube along the crease between chest and breast. Susan gasped and bit her lip, a small squeak escaping her lips as both breasts tightened up and goosebumps raised over their surface. The ice slipped easily along up through her deep cleavage sending shivers along her spine as the men kept a warm mouth centered on her nipples. Hot or cold, she couldn't quite tell which signal from her breasts to believe. Then the mouths left her and she. Then they took turns giving me the rest of the news. My'cosmetics' were permanent. After some additional treatments, my hairloss would be, too. And the small breasts and shapely bottom, plus girlythighs that they had given me, were not going away. As I tried todigest all of that, Jason got out of bed and opened a hidden panel in thefront of my clinging dress, below my navel. He jerked down the front ofmy panties and turned me so that I could see that area reflected in thedresser mirror. .