I then carried her to the bedroom and I then fell facing the roof still holding her. I just then loosened her undercoat. She was in her white panty so...soft. She removed my shirt and the baniyan and fell on me and she then started biting my nose and ears. All I could do was to hold her soft ass where I was rubbing my fingers in the ass cheeks. I then kept my hand and removed the blouse shoot!!It was big and shaking then we rolled and I was on top of her and I was kissing her from the forehead to. Feelings I'd never thought existed before now became secondnature to me. I found myself more interested in other people as well andbecame sociable, something I'd have problems with when I was male.At first it felt confusing for me to stay inside while the men wentoutside to work, but as time passed, I got used to it. There was so muchto do around home that I never had a dull moment. The first few weekswere full of training since my mother had me learn all domesticpractices. "Just to be safe,". It's nothing. He has done nothing to cause me to doubt Him. Nothing at all. It's not Him. The problem is not He. It's me. i have done something to cause me to doubt. i was thrown by the comments of the person at work, and i allowed a small seed of self-doubt to grow. As it got larger, i panicked. It is *i* who feel i am not pleasing Him, not He who feels this way. *i* feel i am not doing enough. Not pleasing enough. Not attractive enough. Not selfless enough. Not serving enough. Not deserving. I leaned in and kissed her softly at first but she started to kiss me harder. I was happy she seemed to want to do more so I kissed her more. After a few mins past I started to run my hand over her body and when I got to her tits I took one in my hand and gave it a squeeze and she moaned. I pulled her shirt up and off and kissed the top of her tit and caressed it through her bra. She was moaning and telling me how good it felt. I removed her bra and took one nipple between my fingers and.