Then I knew she was all for me. I was still afraid that anyone can wake up and switch on the lights anytime and I may be caught red-handed. But I coul...n’t control myself. I slowly place my palm on the left boob pressed it. Then I switched over to the right boob. Now I got more confident and pulled down her sari. I could see the boobs trying to come out of the blouse. I slowly started removing the hooks. There was a pin in the last hook so I didn’t remove it. She had worn a bra that day, I. Through the bag I could see the shadow of what appeared to be three orfour navy blue school skirts, like the ones the girls at my school hadworn. This girl seemed to be offering me her uniform.By now I was almost in a trance, entirely sure of what was going on, andonly able to go along with it. I didn't seem able to question why shewas giving me her skirts.I didn't seem able to do anything, in fact, except take them.She was beginning to look slightly impatient, the sort of face thatsomebody. His erection was the longest of the three and she thought perhaps it had fertilized her, even though it was often not the first to pump seed into her womb.There was also a younger brother who would soon be of age. She looked forward to initiating and instructing him in the pleasures of coupling with a woman. She had watched her mother have that joy with her father's family males and knew what to do. She hoped it would be soon, before her belly got very big. He sometimes watched her being plowed. I loved George and through no fault of his own was forcedto live as Heather. God help me I love Heather too. That is my dilemma,I like having Heather around better than George. Does that make me a badperson?"Nancy piped in, "I think it makes you bisexual."Beth added her two cents, "Ellen, does the fact Heather also acts as yourmaid, nanny, and concubine influence your opinion?" Damn you Beth, it is impossible to separate my need for a wife from mylove for my husband. I would be lying if I.