Ko blouse ke upar se daba rahe the phir dhire dhire maa ka rona band ho gaya aur ma siskiya bharne lagi aur uncle ne maa ka blouse khol diya aur bra k... upar se dhudh ko chaatne lage aur uncle bol rahe they aaj teri chut me mera bacha bhi daaluga to maa boli nahi tum chao mujhe chod lo par meri chut me tumhara bacha mat daalna yeh sunkar me to heran tha tabhi uncle ne maa ki bra ko khich kar khol diya aur maa ki saari ko bhi khol diya uske baad uncle ne maa ka peticoat bhi khol diya aur andar. I felt that boobs are the softest thing the god has created in this world. She was also holding my legs in her thighs as if she won’t let me go until I agree to help her. When I looked down I couldn’t see my leg which is wrapped in her saree. But her widely open fleshy left hips took my attention. It had come out more from her disarranged unwrapped saree. My knee is hitting her somewhere by its side, just under her hips. I realized with a shiver that it should be her crouch covered in her warm. I washed dishes wearing an apron over my girl's clothes. I helped vacuum and dust. My mom taught me how to sew on her Singer electric sewing machine and I made a few pillows, plaid curtains for my room, and other little projects. It was interesting, I never made anything "girlie" in my sewing projects, but my mom also allowed me to stay dressed like a girl in her presence and with my sisters, but never with my father around.She also taught me how to bake and cook, properly set a formal. It was not an ideal situation as with Trish being a business woman and Tams being at school they probably needed a change of clothes daily and Trish was being very apologetic about relying on my generosity even though I told her that is was no problem, the washing machine could probably do with being used for more than just my boxers. We compromised in that Trish would come down and do the washing so that I didn’t have to put myself out, although thinking about it I got the better end of the.