I put on one of Grace's bathrobes that hung on her bathroom door and thensat down to her makeup table. I wiped on a generous coating offoundation to ...ive myself a nice surface to work from. I then carefullylined my eyes with dark black lines. Next I worked on eye shadow, again,a very dark shade. My eyes were taking on a sultry look. Next, I brushedon deep, black, thickening mascara to my eyelashes. Blush on my cheeksand I was ready for the final application - a deep red lipstick. . My hunky brother was stripped to his jockey shorts and was in the process of hugging a woman whose back was to me. Her kurta was bunched in her waist and Dada was pressing her ass cheeks with both hands while they were kissing. Then I realised with a shock that it was Ms. Sujata our neighbour whom we always called Aunite. She was about 35 years of age and a nursing mother whose husband was overseas. I never realised that my brother was having an affair with her. “Oh Suja you are sexy…” Rajat. As for her pussy - well, that was amazing! It was completely shaved and had a set of inner pussy lips that splayed out beautifully over the top of her outer pussy lips. From Jacks vantage point he could see right up under her desk as she sat their doing her work with her legs spread wide apart. He could clearly see her vagina and her clit in all their naked glory. Jack had to eventually tear his eyes away then shift from where he was seated to avoid getting an erection. But he knew a boner. Maybe, I was just accepting it.I was hardly attracted to men, however. A part of me was curious. Itwas a small part. Part of my fantasies really. I thought it wasanyway. I didn't know if I was gay, turning gay, had always been gayor was bisexual or a heterosexual. I didn?t' really feel any genuinesexual attraction to anyone since I had undergone the change. I beganto wonder if I was a-sexual.My train of thought was broken as Mr. Moore broke in, "Girls, girls,girls! That's not how we do it. We.