Which for Chris meant shaved pits, legs, and a neat triangle and bare between my thighs. Of course, I also could not grow the hair on my head longer, ...ither. It always returned to the shoulder length I had the night my parents died.After changing and putting on some cologne (something called “Hai Karate” that had been left downstairs in the garage) I was ready to go. I pushed the button to the door so it would open. And as I was about to fire up Blue Beauty, I froze. Somebody was standing. I guess you need either milk yourself every now and then or you need to feed someone who can drink all the milk. Sandhya akka was worried on hearing grandma.She told Sandhya akka to wait till night she will arrange for something after dinner.I ran back and laid myself on the bed and strained to pretend to sleep with a fully erected dick. They both came back and slept. That evening I struggled the max in my pants. From the evening I started to move along my grandma so that I could learn what she. Hard work, but I found it enjoyable.It was during this period that I bumped into Marie Colville. She was thedaughter -or so I thought- of the man whose body I now inhabit, EdwardColville. Edward had suffered a severe stroke some years back, and wasnow in the last stages of Alzheimer's disease, unable to do anything. AndI mean anything. He had been with us for a couple of months, and wouldstay with us until the end. Marie was in her mid-forties, attractive in acareworn way, and quite pleasant.. Lekin aesa nahi ho sakta tha. Papa ne kuch der left side ka mumma chusa aor phir right side wala chusne lage aor dusre ko dabane lage aor sath main aunty ke salwal ka nada khol diya aor panty ke upar se hi aunty ki chut ko rub karne lage aor aunty chila rahi thi sir khali kar do mera sara dudh sala Husband aesa kabi nahi chusta sir aap aor chuso aor dabayo mujhe to bahut pahle aapko apna sab kuch sonp dena chahiye tha sir mujhe apni aurat bena lo aaj rajesh ki mummy ki tarah aor papa uthe aor.