I picked up the clothes and shoes and headed to the big handicapped stall at the end. It was your standard airport bathroom stall. Concrete floor, whi...e porcelain, chrome bar all the way around. It even had a big mirror set low on the wall. Wheelchair height. I hated mirrors. Sure, I had reason to not look at myself when I was young and sick, but recently? I really hated mirrors. And in that mirror? There she was. That slut. That blond pixie cut I finally got because it was short and I finally. After some time, I folded my hands and slowly entered my hand inside her shawl and started touching her boobs. I did all this in a fashion so that Jiju does not come to know. After some time before reaching Ajmer, I felt her boobs nicely and enjoyed thoroughly before removing my hand.After the marriage function, all of us were asked to sleep in one big hall where there were many mattresses and rajais available. For close family members like us there was a small hall for 10-15 people where there. Being tortured. That was when the mouth appeared where his throat was. It took about a week. But it ended up meeting his first mouth making a triangular gape filled with triangular teeth. His tongue long and free. It even remembered when his arms split open into three different appendages. The bones receding to form an exoskeleton. Never had he felt such pain. His legs cracked into a bipedal state.Since then he needed to be in water. Thin scales formed and its muscles became dense. Now it was. “Wait here,” I instructed, as I exited my truck and sauntered into the hotel lobby.The clerk was a middle-aged woman and she asked if she could help me.“One room, king-size,” I said, surrendering my driver’s license and a credit card for her to use and register me. I signed the guest registration form, and she handed me back a card key access, my license and my credit card.“Enjoy your stay,” she politely proffered. I assured her I would.I stepped back out to my truck and asked Bailey if she was.