When she saw me she waved and i waved back. She was busy with her friends clicking and posing for pics. I noticed her from top to bottom. Her saree wa... something like cream colored type and she was wearing a red blouse. The left side revealed her waist and for the first time i was feeling something different. Her waist curves and folds made me go crazy actually. Others guys also could not control so they started clicking pics with her.I went last to her i told her she was looking pretty. She. He yanked me back up and shoved the pillow under my hips before dropping me back down. Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeee, just a little bit of time. Tommy leaned over me and whispered in my ear. Its ok Jess, youll be fine. He placed a hand on one of my ass cheeks and pushed it to the side, exposing my asshole. Noooooo, Tommy. Not yet, please. I weakly tried to wiggle away. He placed the head of his cock to my hole. His dick was dripping with my juices, and it popped past my sphincter. Once he had the head. Of course I knew itstarted with Pete planting my Stepmother's clothes under my bed and shediscovered it and forced me to crossdress. Ever since that time the roleof women's clothes in my life increased by the week. I consideredwhether it was all an insidious form of slow brainwashing created by myStepmother in the pursuit of her own goals for me. And if it wasbrainwashing it had been successful as she had broken my resistancewhich led to the disappearance of my original male identity.Even my. No heads ... no hands ... and the bloat made identification very difficult. Men, women and children ... not pretty. Everyone had been raped, and mutilated before shortening.The first men aboard didn’t stay ... they did leave their breakfast behind though.I suggested just letting the decomposing continue until the shattered seacocks were uncovered and the damn boat sank. A salvor would NEVER get the smell out of the interior ... the bodies would never be identified. It was doubtful that anyone.