Worries, sympathy and feeling different sex in my mind were duelling each other.I collected my courage and call her mobile again. My call was rejected...from other end by her or someone else. My desperation was increasing so I called Nadeem’s number. After 4, 5 rings he pick the phone. I heard loud laughing and talking voices of 2, 3 man from back ground. Nadeem came out from room and start talking to me on phone. He said “Sir, kaya hal hai aap ka, Mumbai kaisi hai?” I replied “Sab thik hai kaya. "There was a lot of laughter, hoots, whistles. Loud comments like "Doesshe suck dick?" "Does she eat pussy? She can eat me any time!" OMG, isthat Bill?" "Are you gonna beat her ass with that cat?" This coming fromfolks I had known for up to 24 years. I could feel my face burning withembarrassment. For the next hour or so we mingled with the crowd where Igot my boobs pinched, ass patted, and some lifting up my skirt tocomment on my lingerie.My feet were starting to hurt from the 4 inch heels. She then held the shorts up against me to checkthe fit. ?They look like they fit but you better try them on. Let?sget more things then we can go into the dressing room.?The dressing room? Seriously, I thought to myself. Maybe if I beggedher and promised I would never ever wear girl?s clothes, ever again, Imean like never. But Mom had moved on to another rack of dresses in mysize. I numbly followed along.While she looked at the dresses she handed me the yellow short shorts tocarry around. "Beautiful, very beautiful" he went on saying all the while. And below, he pushed in a bit harder, allowing his lund to capture more of the wet space that remained taut and tight. He must have pushed in a couple of inches now, for there was another exclamation of pain from his bahu."Hey Bhagwan! Mai marr jayungi (Oh god! I'll die)!" Sonam cried but she didn't push away her babuji from over her body. Rather her arms around his back gripped him more. She kissed him passionately, her saliva mixing.