Dance karte hue mere stann uchal rahe the, aur gaand matak rahi thi. Mere dance dekh kar uncle ki aankhen fati ki fati reh gayi. Woh bade maze se mere...dance ka maza le rahe the. Unka lund mujhe dekh kar firse khada ho raha tha.Jaise hi unka lund khada hua, woh bhi mere sath dance karne lag gaye. Hum dono bed se neeche khade hoke dance kar rahe the. Mere stann uchal rahe the, aur uncle ka lund hawa mein lehraa raha tha.Fir uncle ne mujhe apni baaho mein bhar liya, aur mere honth choomne lag. ”“About that. Both babies need to burp, and I have my hands full presently,” she joked.I burped, changed, put back on her breasts, burped again, and then put into their bassinets.I’m starting to like the look of total amazement that I get when people again realize that taking care of children, especially mine, isn’t something I feel only women do.After washing her nipples, covering her back up, and kissing her on the lips, I did the triplet’s trick to put her back to sleep for at least the two. As my place is very close to the Bus depot, most of the time I get place to sit. In Chennai the buses are having 2 doors and it is comfortable to travel by these buses even when crowded.Always I help elder people to sit since mostly they struggle in the crowded buses. Even that day the bus started getting crowded and I found an elderly person struggling to stand. I gave him my seat and came behind that. Now the bus stopped at a new stop and there again I got a place to sit. Then I noticed this. The strain on your archedfeet, the tight corset limiting you to shallow breaths, the weight ofyour prissy, colored, dated hairstyle, the breeze tickling your exposedthighs, and the tight, short, frilly and LOUD dress that no real girlwould ever be caught dead in. You've shackled your body in the instruments that real men have used tosubdue women throughout history.Some buried, genetic masculine pride tries to boil its way to the surfaceto save the hopeless sissy it's attached to. In mortified.