Meney mann meh soacha dhannya ho mausi aap jesi chori mil jaye toh bus awaj sun sun ke muth marta rahoon.Mausi ne mujh pe hath rakh diya,andhera thha ...oh unko pta nahi thha ki unka haath merey lund pe rakha hua thha.maine soacha bhai aaj toh mar gaye.Mera landd khada hona hi thha,mausi ko pata lag gaya unhone apna haath k dherey se hataya aur bola”kya hua”,meni kaha (bahot dabbi hue aavaj meh kyuki mera land fata ja rha thha)”kuch nahi”.muasi ne dheerey se merey pajamey meh haath daala,mujhey. Now, I asked. Yes, and she went over and brought one of those cut throat razors used by village barbers. Hey, I don’t use that, I have a safety razor at my room, I said backing off. Well, sweetie, either you let me shave it off, or you can come back another day. And if you don’t have the money, I will cut it off anyway, she grinned. A little apprehensive, I agreed to the impromptu shave. Don’t worry, baby, I use it on myself only, and I will clean it with Dettol before and after using it on. Still what I mean is that everyone else will have a 'house' that is exactly the same as ours except for any handwork crafts that any of us do ... So I cherish my ability to be home and only go to school. I can't order any fine wood for woodcraft projects but I've managed to obtain some carving tools and am starting to learn to do small things with them. The interesting thing there is that I may actually be able to trade them (if I can make many of them) for other things that other people make. “Now you’re getting it.” She watched me experiment some more. “Nice, now get those hips into it. Put some wiggle in that walk.”I felt ridiculous, but the more I practiced the harder my cock became. “Ah, you like being a sissy girl, don’t you?” Avery taunted. Strangely, there wasn’t that usual cruel edge to her teasing, but an undercurrent of arousal. Was this really turning her on? I focused and made a real effort to be as feminine as I could. I felt foolish, but at the same time it was.