After puja we had lot of fun firing crackers and after finishing our dinner around 10 were preparing to leave. Just then Nandini said she wanted to go...too. Though all of us was not willing but my grandmother said that let her go so she could make sure that Shyam could be kept in check.I brought our Toyota Fortuner to the door step. Nandini climbed in the front seat and my uncle and James in the back. She was wearing a blue saree and all her jewelry & looked like a goddess. I asked her to open. I ignored it and sank back into the fantasy.I was kissing Sangeeta, gripping her tightly in my big manly hands, thenI lifted her easily into my arms and carried her up the stairs, lookingdown into her glittering eyes and smiling face.I stroked my crotch through the front of my pedal-pushers, letting out afaint moan.In the fantasy I set Sangeeta on the bed and slowly unbuttoned my shirt,watching her slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders as myerection grew. I undid my jeans and kicked. I knew theplace. It was the only real transvestite bar in New York City. "Let'shave a cocktail!" she announced, and maneuvered me to the door. Ihesitated. I wasn't sure that I wanted to do this! A walk on the streetwas one thing, but talking to people up close in a bar was quiteanother! "Stop worrying!" admonished Margo. "All the girls here areguys. Why not go in?" She was right. That bar was probably even saferthan the street. Why not indeed? Margo opened the door, and we went in.The scene. Some of us work or have to watch kids, so going shopping isn’t very easy for them. Those of us with more time can do the shopping. We can clip coupons, search out good deals, and take advantage of specials.”“I don’t drive,” Ella said.“One of us could take you to your appointments. You can come with others when you need to do your shopping,” Abby said.Ella said, “Sehr gut. My mother-in-law and I are good housekeepers.”“Jack is pretty good at fixing things,” Abby said.“My Ernie used to work on.