Your tongue circles my nipple, closer and closer, until finally you make contact with the tip, growing pebble hard as you suck and nibble and pull on ...t. I writhe beneath you as you move back and forth and back again between my aching breasts. One hand slowly trails down my skin, reaching down between us to cup my mound… rubbing gently… a whole new set of sensations rushes over me as I grind against you, and your thumb slips in between my lips to circle my clit… around and around, making me. I take this opportunity to explore her body in a way that makes her feel dirty and probed in her deepest and most private of parts. I glance at the clock to see what time is it. And how long have we been fucking. Because I can go at it this way for an hour easily. I use my left thumb to press against her anus. And she can feel the pressure of a double penitetraton. She is licking my lower right leg towards my shin area and moaning as lowly as she can. We continue like this for a few more songs. I smiled, what an answer!Mrs. Mehta smiled, "No you are not just a pretty girl. You are a verybeautiful woman. Welcome back. And I am sorry I never understood you" Noone could have stopped the tears from flowing after that. I wish allmothers could be as accepting and understanding as Mrs Mehta. Arjun didn'tknow it yet but he was a lucky girl."So what is the plan? You want to live as a girl from now on? Move back toDelhi? When do you want to join the company?" Mrs Mehta asked, allbarriers broken. I always fucked up and they always walked away. There was an empty bottle of wine that lay shattered against the locked door. I didn’t know why I had locked it. No one would be coming to see me, to save me. This was my own personal hell, created for and by me. This is where I would live, the monstrosity of pain that I had built on trying to be what no one really wanted. I had not eaten for days. The hunger pangs had stopped long ago. I was starving, but on many levels which had nothing to do.