Khetawat uncle is the only son of his father and he is married and leaves with his wife and father in a bunglow in Andheri, I visited his house when I...was a teenager and his wife is plump and a typical Rajastani, has retired from business. One day this june 17 2008 I was posted in the night duty and I left home and reached the station to take a train to Churchgate but most of the trains were cancelled due to heavy downpour and I waited for somemore time to catch a cab and none refused to ply. I wasn't a woman trapped in a man's body or any of that. I'dcross-dressed a couple of times in college and enjoyed it, but I wasscared of it too. One of the reasons I've worn a beard most of my adultlife is so I wouldn't be tempted to cross-dress. The frisson of cross-dressing in college had been envy and exploration, not self-doubt orconfusion. OK, the last few years had been hard on me, and my manhood.Losing my career, becoming a stay-at-home dad. There had beendepression, and low self. " Has he ever touched your private parts at all?" Never ma'am, He'd never do that!" Sasha passionately blurted; "The older boys at the dump and men at the trailer park used to poke you and -and other mean things, but not my daddy! He's way kinder than anyone's been to me! He doesn't belong in jail! He doesn't!" That's what we're trying to see, Sasha," Amy said, passing a tissue to the child. "Sasha, suppose we asked you to just--pose as a boy for a few weeks."Sasha prettily frowned, "Why,. I was working lots and her dirty texts that she’s send me all day would make me massively hard and super horny. It became ritual for her to time our newborn’s naps so that she’d be ready for my dick the moment I got home. Often times I’d find her toying her pussy in front of our bedroom mirror, or on all fours fingering herself, expecting me to walk in and dive into her cunt with my mouth or shove my throbbing dick straight into her deeply. I loved it, of course. Except for the fact that.