Unki family me sirf 4 log hi the 2 auntya or unke bache ek bhaiya -28 sal ke or ek didi -26 sal ke , vo didi bohot hi hot thi me unko or unki mummy do...o ko chodna chahta tha lekin kya karu dar lgta tha.Didi ka naam bhakti tha or unki mummy ka naam rashmi tha dono hi sale mere fantasy thi unko roj dekh ke muth marta thha.Phir akhir kar ek din ahi gya jab mere family or unki family hamare samaj ki taraf se picnic pe ja rhi thi par mere exam thi isliye me nai gya or rashmi aunty or bhakti didi ko. You see I was born a boy and part of me stillwanted, despite my appearance and environment, to be one of the boys andto be popular amongst the boys. Part of me believed in a concept called"normal" and that somehow I was not "normal" because it was not "normal"for a boy to be dressed as a girl. Although the other part of me sawnothing wrong with the girl I had become.So at the age of 17 I stated to plan how I would secretly buy some boy'sclothes or just take off some of my makeup, be less. " "Owen it isn't all that if no one finds out." She said. I kept silent.I had removed my jean and I had only my boxers. I usually sleep with only my boxers. She looked at my slowly bulging boxers then she disrobed.Now she had only her heels and a bracelet. I could help but notice her tits. They were not large neither small. Her nipples were erect. Her cunt was cute though only partially exposed. I was flabbergasted and the only thing I could do was stare. She was there, as naked as a peeled. These two French vixens knew there would be plenty of sex on this safari and being away from the parents made it even more exciting.They wasted no time in getting their juices flowing. They had been with these two black Africans before and were eager to be with them again.The oldest sister was sitting on the lap of the tallest African as he had his hand under her T-shirt fondling her breast and his other hand inside her unbuckled pants with his finger stroking her vagina. Her head was tilted.