I had boarded the train in Bangalore early morning and train was scheduled to arrive Mumbai next day afternoon.Complete day passed by and with kind of...old aged people travelling with me, It made journey super boring. By late evening my compartment was deserted as maximum people got down at belgaum and kohlapur. Now in my compartment we were only 2 people and in boggie there were hardly 15 to 20 people. So we stretched our self and had comfortable journey occupying complete lower berth.Late in. Bras. Panties. We share a wardrobe. You wear makeup. You look, act, talk, and dress like a girl." What are you talking about? I dress like this because it keeps our wardrobe bills low, and I wear makeup because it looks good." You are a perfect little housewife."I must have had my painted mouth open for a solid minute as it hit me. And it made such perfect sense. In this 'family,' Mona was the husband, and I was the wife. The cuckolded wife. She didn't even have to inform me it was a good. One night, just after I had turned eighteen, I had gotten out of bed to go to the bathroom and I heard strange noises from down stairs so I walked over to the stair railing and looked down into the living room. Earl was passed out on the easy chair, my mother was zonked out on the couch and lying naked on the living room floor were Marge and my father. Dad was eating her pussy and Marge's head was rolling from side to side and she was moaning. I don't know if I made a noise or what, but. Smiling to herself she came back to where he was, when she pulled the covers back so she could climb in she saw his body. He was only wearing his tight blue boxers and the outline of his thick member was clearly visible. He was laying there with his eyes closed thinking about what he just saw, wondering what's going to happen next. He lay on his back very still, she's only inches from his body. So close they can both feel the heat rising. He has his arms stretched out and she is using his left.