I rise into the room to find the ship's central nest. It calls to me and I obey. New scent triggers strike me and memories flood my senses. Racial mem...ry. Clan wars. The great weaving of the sky hooks. I gain new understanding.We come from an ancient race. Our ancestors rode the wind on gossamer strands of silk. I survey the ship about me thru the ancient organic processors that have protected and guided us down the millenia. Yes, Ages. A flash of calculation fills my mind like a lightning. Mom: Ok, then do you want me to continue? Are you feeling better?Me: Yes, mom, a little bit.Mom: Ok, then open your eyes. Maybe you could feel better if you watch me doing this.I opened my eyes, and she continued to do the handjob. She did it for some more time and asked me.Mom: Are you near yet?Me: No, mom.Mom: What? How much time you’ll take, honey. Maybe it’s better if I take my shirt off.My mom removed her shirt and started doing a handjob. For the first time, I saw her milky boobs. I felt. Soon his two buddies were having sex with me too. Fortunately, they knew enough to use condoms during my fertile times. I did enjoy it enough to cooperate but finally realized how much they were using me.“I didn’t open my legs again until late in high school when I was on birth control. A friend of my father’s taught me what good sex was all about during summer vacation after high school and I had one or two boyfriends all the time through college where I met your father. I was sleeping with. After Arvind left for the office, I checked his wardrobe found the old woman clothes and makeup of his ex-partner. I found that violet blouse and petticoat and tried that. I wore a bra and then a blouse and a petticoat. I couldn’t recognize myself.They fit perfectly, and I started feeling myself like a girl. I kept wearing them all day. I clicked some pics. When it was time for Arvind’s arrival, I took them off and kept this in his wardrobe and went to my room. Arvind came home with someone.I.