"You say that we have maybe a year or so?" Uncle Will asked."Yes, that's our daughters' estimate," Dad answered."We can double our regular orders and ...ccumulate a lot of what we need in that time, but?" Uncle Will told him. There always seemed to be a but to things. "But where are we going to store all of it. It will take a lot of space." Could we use portable storage containers, like we did when they were working on the building?" Dad asked."A lot of this stuff needs to be kept cool," Thomas. I new I needed tostart to get comfortable with the body I now possessed, so I stood infront of the mirror, took a deep breath and began to disrobe. I startedwith my top. It was a white babydoll T-shirt, the kind the bra isclearly visible through. Taking off the shirt left me in only a brafrom the waist up. My breasts filled the cups completely and I had morecleavage than I'd expected. My hair was now over my bare shoulders andit tickled a bit.After trying to unclasp the bra for a minute, I took. She sure has pretty eyes, though, Tara observed. And the girl's blonde hair, though quite a mess due to the ass-attack she was suffering under, was shiny and silky.Tara could hear the buttfucking young lady's soft grunts of disapproval, and then it dawned on Tara: Pretty blue eyes... silky hair... soft voice. It was Kristin, the receptionist from Preston's office.A riding crop snapped Tara's ass, so she bowed her head and began to gobble the tip of the gigantic cock that was rubbing up and down. I realised the fire had happened the day I set sail for India. Had you not been at Southampton to see me off you might have been able to prevent their deaths. I blamed myself, but worse I felt somehow my envy and jealousy at how much you and Caroline loved each other had raised an evil spirit to fracture and destroy your happiness. I came to believe it was my ill thoughts that had caused their deaths.”Krish left Bombay, and for several years travelled the roads and tracks of India and beyond..