Maza aa gya.Geeta ne mujhe kapde diye to wo muskrai.main nahaker bahar aaya.ab geeta mere paas baith gai.Maine kafi der tak baat ki aur wo meri baat s...nker bahut hansi.fir hum dono ne khana khaya.wo baar-baar khadi hoker khana paros rahi thi.uske boob mujhe dikh rahe the.wo muskra rahi thi.Maza aa gya.fir hum ne kafi baaten ki.inti sunder lady k sath baat krte huye maza aa raha tha.Fir hum dono TV wale room mein aa gaye.ek hi bed pr baithe the.Raj-aapne apne bare mein nahi btaya.Geeta-mere pati. I was not able to control my excitement. I literally got hard. I was not able to sleep that night. She had a habit of putting over her hand on someone beside her while sleeping. When she was in a deep sleep she kept her hand over me. I didn’t missed the chance and kept my hand too over her. It was like dream-come-true. I felt as if i am sleeping with my wife. This continued for 1 week.Days passed on and my uncle went with her to stay in Delhi where my uncle already used to stay. I felt all. God she felt so bad!She knew it was wrong to be so turned on right now, but she also knew that at any moment his hand would slide up her thigh and discover just how bad she was. His hand inched upwards until it felt the damp patch on her panties and then wasted no time in pulling them aside and exploring her deeply. His stubby, rough fingers worked her clit and pushed inside her dripping hole. She grabbed his beer and finished it off. She didn’t know what else to do. Everything was becoming. We usually settled on a compromise. I let him use my old breast forms I had from before the miracle of hormonal treatment gave me my set of perky girls. He always complained that they were too small; the forms that is, not my breasts.When we got to the club, which was trans-friendly. I immediately spotted one of my girlfriends and Ken immediately spotted the dance floor. I sat down with Stacy and sipped my screwdriver while Ken (well, Ashley when in girl mode) was making such an endearing fool.