There was still sleepworn lipstick on my mouth, eyeliner around my eyes, and flakes ofmascara all over my cheeks. The brown wig was a tangled mop. Un...er the teddy I was as hairless as my wife, and the corsetshowing through the lacy lingerie showed a shape as nice as hers,too. I could barely see a man beneath all that. The haggardwoman in the mirror looked familiar, like my twin sister mighthave if I had one. I felt foolish standing to pee, having to hold the red teddyout of the way, but. Uncle ab kya bura man na… jo chahe pocho” woh phir kamr uchalthe boli.. “Ab tak kitne lee ho?” santhoshi jara hitch kichayee aur phir boli… “Is lund ke saath chaar…” kis kiska?”Shaadi se pahle mera chacha ka ladka khoob choda tha… such uska lund bahut mast tha… phir mere pathi aur mera jethji ka… aura b tumhara…” kahi aur phir boli… woh sab phir kabhee uncle jb jam kar chodo meriis chudaasi bur ko.. saali bahut khujlaathi hai… phad dalo isko…” aur pargat use jam kar poora adha ganta phel tha. "Let's SEE YOU!!" I urged him "Get your cock out!"He started undoing belt, flies, etc, with these work trousers it was all very complicated.He had a pair of boxers on underneath, those long legged types. It took him a full two minutes to get all his clothes off but it was worth the wait."Oh m'god, LOVELY body!" I told him "Perfect!" And it was , very muscled , toned, strurdy biceps, peach of an arse.I stood there masturbating gently!"Are you WANKING?" "so?" I grinned, shrugging my. She looked over her shoulder, stuck a hip out and raised the hem of the dress up to her rear. I instinctively reach out and slapped her on the butt. “Ouch!” she cried, then turned around and stuck the other hip out at me. I slapped again as she cried out and faked her indignity. Then she turned to face me and started playing the “catch me if you can” game. “You want to play, huh. Well, let’s see if you can learn to not play with the bull, because you’ll get the horn.”I made a wild leap.