” Tab maine thodi sharti bhara nighho se poocha “Kuch Bhi”. Shweta ko baat samajh mai aa gayi aur who phir sharma ke smile dene lagi. Aise hi ha...ari baaten chalti rahi kuch aur der tak chalti rahi.Train ko chale hua two hour ho chukka tha aur. Raat badh rahi thi aru thand bhi. Maine kuch wafers nikale aur Shweta ko offer kiya usne kurkure liye aur maine bhi aurhum dono khane lage. Phir Shweta ne apni aak shawl nikali aor apne upar rakh liya aur mujhe shawl ke liye offer kia. Pehle toh maine. “Are you shocked that I wanted to do this? I just wanted to, you know, try these things. It was good fun. Think I’ll stick to the normal sex most of the time though”“I was surprised rather than shocked. Surprised in a very good way.”We sat up to drink the mugs of tea Erica had brought. Fiona tried pulling the blanket round her chest, but it kept slipping down. Erica couldn’t help commenting “Oh, put them away big sis. You’ll put us all off our tea”“I’ll go and shower then” Fiona said, and stood. It had been about 30-45 mins dancing we had eye contact a few times with a smile towards each other.This one song came on and I felt her rubbing her ass up against mine as she danced. I took a half step away to see if she would follow me. She did and kept dancing closer to me. I turned around and danced facing her back. This other song came on singing "how low can you go". She was getting pretty low raising her ass up. Her butty dress was climbing up her thighs showing me the bottom of her. All in all Malcolm was really nothing more than a boring public servantwith a boring public service job. He was glad to be going; not justbecause his job was boring, but because he was terrified that during oneof the constant security checks that MI6 routinely carried on all of itsemployees, his secret would be revealed.Malcolm had a secret; a deep dark secret that very few people knew about.Malcolm was a closet transvestite with suppressed gender dysfunctionmorphia. Every chance Malcolm got.