Want some?" Oh," she said, going pink. The cute dapple of freckles across her babyface seemed to darken as her blush spread. "I'm okay, thanks. I have...some bottled water in my pack." Right. I'll just go and get my sister then." I left her sat there, and started to climb the stairs. "Stacy!"As I reached the top step, the brat came out of the bathroom. She gave me a strange look as she tucked in the end of the towel she had wrapped around her torso. "What?" Amber's here." Oh. Tell her... no never. My work was to help the doctor during the artificial insemination was done. I use to see how doctor drugged the subject and with good precaution the fertile semen were injected though it was no rocket science but with deception towards work I too able to conduct this process well within couple of months that doctor sometimes in trust me and leave lab when there is any urgent call for him and then came month of March.A young Muslim couple came to our clinic the woman was in burka and they. He was 18 years old about 5 feet tall, fair in color and very innocent by face which you can tell just by looking his face. Due to the bullying at collage he gets upset and which also effected his dullness in education.At home he use to play video games all day as we was alone at home because his parents were both doctors with their own small clinic. They were very nice and kind people cause once avinash fell sick with very high fever and when i knocked their door in the midnight at 1 they. This is it, I thought! Anyway, after a long chat, and several reassurances that she was the only one, she actually seemed ok that I had a cross dressing fetish. In fact she was saying that she loved my pictures and was a little jealous of how good she thought I looked. She wanted to be a part of it with me, she wanted to help me, pick outfits out for me. Unbelievable, she was not only accepting it, she was encouraging me to dress up. She said she couldn’t wait for the next time she was staying.