I quickly dressed and looked in the mirror: I thought I lookedvery stylish!Next I tried the low cut jeans. I was amazed to see the top of myunderpants...showing above the jeans! "How sexy!" I thought. Again thesaleslady brought extra clothing - a short T-shirt in red, a small roundleather cap, black ankle boots, and a short dark denim jacket. The personin the mirror simply oozed sex! My long hair and slim waist looked verygood. Marie commented, "Oh la-la! Sexy! You can wear that outfit to. I then questioned her, for the meaning of as usual. She then said that my father eloped with Girija Natarajan, 9 years ago. He then had changed his name to Swaminathan Iyer.And Girija Natarajan, aged 30, being a wheatish, voluptuous woman, with a 36-25-36 figure, had been in love with him. But he was in love with her ancestral property, and tried to usurp it, for his financial gains. He used to satisfy her, every week, like anything. Due to the active sex life of Vaidyanathan/Swaminathan Iyer,. Could it be true, the story I had read somewhere? That a woman, in a nightmare, took advantage of sleeping boys? If so I didn't know why it would be such a terrible experience! This was nice! More than nice! It was... Something totally beyond anything I had ever felt before and I wanted it to continue.Again I disappeared into the nowhere-land of sleep. For how long I had no way to tell, but what I could tell was that the warm, smooth sliding on my cock was still taking place when I again came. Clyde looked like death warmed over. He balked at the idea of showering with us, however.“Get over it, Clyde,” I told him. “You think they have individual showers in basic training?” I might not know what the hell I was getting into, but that was something I was pretty sure about.Again, Clyde’s eyes popped open, and he went to his locker and stripped down, and went to the showers. Yes, a few guys made a few jokes at his expense, but I gave a few of them a look and shook my head in a ‘Knock it.