Are you up in that death trap?" he asked."I'm up in my airplane yes, so what can I do for you?" I asked."Let's sell out everything in County Seat and ...ust move here." he suggested. He obviously was calling from the Motel."Unlike you, all I have is the box house and my County Seat stuff," I said."Okay keep the box house and we can use it for a cabin when we need to get away. It's got pretty much everything we need. We can hunt and fish out of it," Allen admitted."And it's close to church camp,". I like to thank all of you for the immense response I got for all the four parts of my previous story “TRANSFORMATION FROM LESBIAN TO STRAIGHT”. Let’s get into the story.So coming to my description in this story, I’m Nithin from the city of Chennai. Age 35, height around 6 feet, well maintained body and always in the hunt for sex. My wife Sumi, the heroin of this story is 31 years old, still maintains her figure and her status are 34-30-36. She is very beautiful and looks more like the Tamil. There was a keyboard player who was pretty hot and she was into rockalthough her sounds were trapped in the eighties. We actually gave it ashot and she came to a few rehearsals but I struggled with our songswhen she played with us. Her style was so overpowering that I lost thesense of the songs, the rhythm the feel.Jas and Cindy felt the same thankfully. So we were screwed. We put up anotice at the school and around town. We decided we wanted a guitarplayer, but the proviso was we wanted to. The way she was positioned on the other end of the sofa could easily be mistaken for unspoken permission to satisfy her. With her legs tucked beneath her bottom, her posture caused her shiny metallic dress to rise higher up her sexy thighs, ever so close to exposing her underwear. Her head rested against the back of the sofa; her body on the arm, arched upward to an acute degree.She looked ever so uncomfortable, but I adored the position--it looked so inviting. But I knew better than to take.