Riya’s eyes were closed with pleasure as she was fingering herself. She opened her eyes when the cold drops of oil travelled on the sides of her tit.... She stopped fingering on seeing me. I watched him massaging her.After a while, I rose from the sofa and went to touch her boobs again. She blushed at my touch.I said, “Wow it really works. Can I also try this Ishan?”Ishan : “Sure Aunty. But only if Riya allows it.”I looked at Riya. She was still looking at floor. I held her chin and raised her. This woman was hard to intupret as my own reflection.Mark pulled the hair behind my head and brushed down, he was quite rough, hesteadied me and told me not to squeak, he then let go."Shake," he said and I shook my hair gently until it looked right, at leastright for the Emma I knew and liked. I have no experience with hair carewhatsoever. I was slightly surprised that I did it right and at the timeattributed it to some instinctive behaviour still within this body.Mark then rested his head on. As soon as we entered, I found a chair and Anita sat on the edge of the bed…Both truckers did not know how to start things so Ana decided to do it. She stood up and removed her summer dress, leaving only her high heeled sandals…The guys stood there with their jaws to the floor. My sensual wife swayed her hips as she walked over to them and alternately kissed both men. She stepped back, asking what they wanted her to do. Mitch looked at her naked body, saying that they would love the same thing. Igave up and wet my pants then and ran outside, knowing i would be stillin diapers after doing that. Actually over the next few weeks i wet mypants just to stay in diapers and my sisters dresses. My mom seemed to beless angry with me even though i wet my pants, i learned to wait until itwas time to check me before doing it. My sister was including me into her life playing with dolls and games andwe seemed to get along a lot better. Even susan when she came overaccepted me as they played.