Thankachhan was abouttwentyeight or so short fat with a pot belly and hairy like a grizzly;he also sported a beard and moustache. He did not seem very...bright butwas fairly streetsmart.They both moved in and life resumed its course. On weekdays I would bein Mumbai and over the weekends it was the village. The servants stayedin the outhouse so after trying hard to suppress my crossdressing urgesI was back at it after few weeks. After about three months of this oneday when I was at the village on. .. what?"What the hell?"My hands flew toward my throat, my eyes flung wide."What the fuck's wrong with my voice?"That wasn't my voice. That was some ... some GIRL's voice!It took me another second, with my hands wrapped around my throat, torealize that something was missing there. The knobby hardness of myAdam's apple. And hair. It was nothing but smooth, soft skin. I touchedmy face in a panic, feeling more of the same. Then looked down ...And screamed.* * *I laid in bed, shivering with my eyes. His hands pressed against my chest as he looked deep into my eyes. He was beautiful and I was no longer in control as my mouth moved to his, where I kissed him roughly as I fucked him. His mouth tasted sweet and I could smell his perfume. I wanted him and wanted him bad. In the distance I could hear Trevor start to work his captive harder as he was close to cumming. I too wanted to shoot my load into this tight butt that at one time I would never have even thought about. I could feel my rhythm. Mom or papa shaam ki train se se gao nikal gaye ab ghar mai main or meri sister hi reh gaye hamne raat ka khana khaya or so gaye agle din papa ka phone aaya ki unhe gao me 15 se 20 din lag jayenge.Maine ye baat apni sister ko bata di.Uske baad mai sophe par baith kar tv dekhne laga or wo jhadu lagane lagi wo baith ke jhadu laga rahi thi jisse uske boobs ka kuch part dikhai de raha tha jise mai tirchi njar se dekh raha tha ye baat usko bhi pata tha ki mai uske mummo ko dekh raha hu.Mujhe aaj.