Over the next few days, he used to go to Mrs. Sarita’s house for a show and got accustomed to her daily routine. One day he thought to film this wit... his camera for later sessions.That night he took his camera and filmed his teacher’s sexy show of stripping from a red chiffon saree with a sleeveless blouse and the petticoat tied way below her navel. It was a Saturday night and Mrs. Sarita had come back from an evening party. She wore a red lacy bra and a matching thong. All of this was recorded. That’s what your Mum had you do didn’t she” Sarah stated. Without a word a naked Kevin crawled off his wife’s lap and went over to the wall. He placed his hands on his head and placed his nose against the wall. He was still sobbing, and it took a couple of minutes before he started to calm down. He knew it normally took the whole of the allotted five minutes for him to recover from one of his Mother’s spankings, but much much longer for the stinging of his bottom to stop. Sarah looked at her. She told her mother about him but she didn’t do anything about it. He kept telling her that he was going to fuck her but he never did, not yet anyway. That was why her mother was happy to find a safe place for her to stay. I was sure that she would get fucked a lot at our house but at least it wouldn’t be against her will.That night Cynthia slept in our bed and our son knew all about it. He was not jealous and accepted the fact. The next day we moved Cynthia’s possessions to our house. I would rather be here with them now than any of the boring 1,000 weekends since I was first aware of my feminine side. They both are in love with me and I am in love with them. If we stick together and help each other our bonds will only grow.I glide back to the table fully aware of the alarms going off all around me, not so much because of my breath-taking dress and shoes but because of the female body language that radiates from my being. I am a girl with a posture and a purpose. That.