She proposed that we try to schedule the pregnancies so that the final term coincided with the monsoon season when there was no way to do much outside... anyway. That way the women would be free to work comfortably outside most of the time in the dry season when we tried to do most of our work and traveling. Any pregnancies that came up at other times would just be treated the way we did now, so there would not be any problem that way. It did put an extra burden on the men during those weeks of. I then went to my sister and told her that I need to reapply the mehendi. Hari told me that he has many more designs. She told me that I have applied the mehendi.But I told her that I want to apply mehendi on my feet too. She laughed and told me that she will call Hari. I told her to bring pads and other small material which will take a lot of time in the market. She told me that Hari will be there in half an hour. I should freshen up and eat breakfast.She then went with few relatives to the. Something stuck.Of course, a grown man in a dress isn't socially acceptable. And it's not like I ever wanted to BE a woman. I just got a charge out of dressing up. And so I gravitated toward something more discreet, like panties. At first, I'd just wear them at home. But I slowly got the courage to wear them out in public beneath my clothes. Just on weekends at first.But by the time I hit my mid-twenties, it was a daily thing. I owned boxers, but it wasn't unusual for me to go days or even. I yelped into her blond suffocating bush, savoring several more squirts of her essence as her body trembled violently. She tasted sweet, not musky as I was accustomed too; amazingly similar to the nectar of a peach with a hint of cinnamon. Almost instantly aware of my potential penectomy plight, she lifted her still trembling hips and released my maimed appendage. After a quick gulp of air, I unleashed my tongue to procure yet another taste of her addicting essence. My tongue swiped her clit.