Before we begin let me tell you a little about myself and my background.I am simple girl aged 23 now. I am a single daughter of my aged parents and we...belong to a small city in central India. I have long hair and I am very proud on them, I dress simply in salwar kurtas don’t like too much of makeup. I have a slim figure and small breasts with brown nipples. I have a fair complexion and a very bushy pussy. Since my parents are a little old and not very educated I handle all the official matters. She attended several meetings of a support group with me. She was deeply ashamed of wanting to transition, and what that would do to her wife.My divorce had finalized almost a year ago, and in the days that followed, I desperately needed someone to hold me to this life. Laura was there for me. Sometimes she would come over and hold me while I cried.As I thought of these times, tears rolled down my cheeks. She was gone now, because this shitty world of ours hates to hear the truth. It took this. I grabbed his big ankles, as I hung bottom up my rectum impaled on his cock. I felt uncle's hot urine fill my rectum. I looked to my side and Libby was in same position as grandpa filled her rectum with his warm fragrant piss.When uncle and grandpa were finished pissing in our rectums Libby and I were asked to tighten our anal rings. Uncle and grandpa shook both of us holding us upside down, to shake their piss in our rectum.We were rolled back up to enable Libby and I open our piss filled. His penis was tightly compressed into a metalcage, from the base of which a heavy padlock dangled. His face betrayed a piquantmixture of emotions; yearning and love; mixed with humiliation; and, perhaps, just asouçon of despair.”Yes, Ma'am.“”Yes? Are you sure?“”Yes, Ma'am.“Claire smiled, not unkindly but perhaps with just a trace of playful malice.”Yes, I think so too. I am glad we agree.“She let him kneel there, waiting, while she sat back at her ease on the sofa, nowsmiling broadly and very.