As she did, she rubbed her behind with her free hand.“Eric. Are you sure those bruises are gone? I’m feeling a little sore back there this morning...”I sprung to my feet and quickly got behind Mom, lifting her robe up.“Not too far. I haven’t got dressed yet,” Mom cautioned as she slowly wiped the counter.“Ok Mom,” I replied, my voice betraying the excitement her cautionary note produced, hinting that she wasn’t wearing anything under her robe but possibly a pair of panties. I lifted her robe high. She said that I looked nothinglike her, even when she had me wearing her clothes, as I had to, everyday after school. That was the first thing that she and Daddy had me do.And they had me grow out my hair. And they gave me drugs, and made sureI took them. Both of them did not want me to look like Steve Hadfield,or to grow up to be anything like him.Both my brothers participated too. It turned out that they never reallythought that I was their brother. They were fair like Daddy and to. Actually more than consent, there was an enthusiasm in her unyielding pressure against me. With my back toward the other commuters I was emboldened in my confidence that I was undetected. I slowly moved the hand of my encircling arm up to her breast, tracing her contours before stroking the deliciously soft flesh overflowing her bra through her blouse with my fingertips. Suddenly yet predictably she tried to turn. I did not know if it would have been to throw her arms around my neck and bring. When I finished my 1st yr bsc, way back in 1996, my cousin (sumi) staying at Nagpur invited me to stay there with her as her parents were to go for 10 days to USA from their company on an official tour. I told them that I will be reaching there before they left for the tour. The dream of being away from my home and to be with sumi who is bred in the city and to be together for almost 10 days was making me wet down there. On schedule I reached Nagpur Railway stn and alighted from the train, I.