She adopted a ritual; sit upright and take a deep breath, then she leaned forward resting her nipples and tits, but being choked by the collar. When s...e was totally out of breath, she would sit-up straight, feeling like her nipples were being torn off her breasts, but being able to breathe. Carol was concentrating on this ritual, she could hardly think of anything else.Carol tried to ignore the pain and get her bearings; she was in a large room with a man perched on what looked like a tall,. "Sister Mira!" Rishik exclaimed. Vickram's aunt nearly jumped at her name being bellowed so loud. She turned and saw her brother-in-law striding towards her with open arms. "Hello, Brother," she said warmly as she was enfolded into his huge arms. Mala stepped back and watched in silence, her face expressionless except for her glaring eyes. It was a powerful hug and almost took the breath right out of Mrs. Lall. The embrace lasted longer than Mira expected, and as she was pressed to her. Changale majbut vatat hote. mi aatyala pahile tar ti pappa gelyavar parat saafsafaichya kamala lagli hoti. aajila sarvat varchya majlyavar rahanyachi soy keli hoti. mi va aatya pahilya majlyavar rahnar hoto. te ghar 5-10 varshapasun bandh vatat hote. aatya barobar tila madat karayala tya bungalya chi aadhichi mhatari molkarin aali hoti. ticha naav kakubai hota.(atyach naav vasanti hota sangayala visarlo!) tya doghi don divas te ghar zadun pusun saaf karat hotya. aatya kaam kartana blouse ani. I’ve always thought of myself in feminine terms since I was 10-11 years old. Moreover, I was a little plump when I was younger and used to wear tight shorts which accentuated my lower body. Whenever I watched romantic movies, I’d always think of myself as the heroine, being pursued by the hero. I guess, these were all signs of my budding sexuality, but I didn’t know that until much later. Both my parents worked, so I spent a lot of time alone at home after school. It was during those years that.