He looked at me and said you tell me if I am ready. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that but he took my hand and placed in on his crotch. He said see...I am ready. I just smiled and said I can feel that you are.We entered the other section of the club. The first room was a large room with numerous couches. A few couple were sitting and talking and making out. Then we walked around and looked in some of the single rooms. We selected a small room with a queen size bed and a bench on the wall next to. Then, they heard a cry, but a male voice. They stopped. Tupac sent the other two on the chase and he waited for the head Hunter to get to him.“You’re not going to like this, Tupac. What are you chasing?”“You know, that damn girl. You’re right about her being clever.”“More clever than any of us gave her credit for, it would appear. Whatever you are chasing, it is not the girl.”“Of course it is. We’ve found scraps of torn cloth from a standard village dress. And, we’ve seen the end of the. This isn’t a real story, but a fantasy which i am going to share with you,though the characters are real. I am a boy(21)(crossdresser) doing my engineering in Bangalore in a reputed college. I stay at one of my fathers friends house, his name is Rajesh. His first wife died due to cancer so he married again. His new wifes name is Rajni. Rajni, in her 30s, is a damn hot woman with a plus size figure. Now lets move on to story…Initially i use to wear my sisters dresses or my mothers. As a heavy heat settles low in her abdomen she shifts her hips against him, moaning low at the feel of his evident desire pushing against her waist and stomach. Pulling back slowly to peer up at him, she gets a glimpse of dark eyes before…….. She sits up alone in her bed, in the familiar surroundings of her bedroom. Nooo.. Her strangled cry echos emptyly around her and she throws herself back on her pillows with a dissapointed sigh. Staring at the ceiling a slow steady burn from the wound on.