I was told to wear only the lungi. Even Sharad was wearing only a lungi.Just then my mother brought a cream with her and applied it on our cocks. And ...om went to wear her saree. She tied a waist chain on her waist and then wore her saree. Without the blouse, her mangalsutra was seen prominent and her boobs were seen through the chiffon saree. And her make up was like a typical slut.Sharad went into his sister’s room.The priest called us and asked me to sit for the marriage. Till then, my cock. I usually wear some kind of top and a mini skirt or just sometimes greet my visitors in just a top and panties. I have a slave collar fetish and always wear it, that goes on next and then my wig to finish. there is something still exciting to me when I put that wig on and finish the transformation, sometimes I do not even see my male self when I look in the mirror.So now I enjoy looking in mirror for a bit, adjusting and brushing wig. tweaking my look a little. I pour a small glass of vodka.. Shukriya.Husband common room mein jaata hai. Uski maa ki soch high profile hoti hai. Maa kehti hai, “Beta aaj raat tabaahi macha dena.” Beta kehta hai, “Nahi maa mujhe usse waqt dena chahiye.” Maa gusse mein kehti hai, “Marne se pehle main daadi banna chahti thi. Par lagta hai tu mere umeedo pe paani pher dega.”Husband apne bedroom mein chala jaata hai.Nethra: Main aapse kuch zaruri baat kehna chahti hoonHusband: Jo bhi aapke man mein ho keh dijiyeNethra: Jaise filmon mein suhagraat dikhayi. And they have the right to take you home.’ Eleanor stifled a sob at the thought. It was something she had been dreading for six years, and shamelessly, something she had caught herself considering too. Wondering what her life would be like with the heathens. Could not really be much worse than in Lean. Berating herself for her foolish notions, Eleanor shook her head and continued through the heavy woodland towards Loch Carnach with a quickened pace, and determined to keep her errant imagination.