” She said. “Thanks!” I said knowing they would still be woman's clothes! She bought me two pairs of straight jeans, they were low slung and a w...man's cut around the groin as usual, but what a relief I thought. I also got a pair of women's tan, cowboy boots that at least only had a low heel, along with some flat black boots that came to my knee and had tassels on them. I would at least not look like a giant butch woman now! These were teamed up with silk and chiffon tops that came down to the. I was pressing her boob. This kiss had been for 10 minutes and now she removed my t-shirt and hugged me. Now she lay me down on bed and she sat on me and feeling my tool with her ass. While doing this, she removed her blouse and bra, thrown them away and started kissing on my whole chest. Slowly she went down and removed my pant buttons with my tool through the pant and teasing me and biting it. She removed my pant and same time she removed her saree and panty. Now we both are nude. She was. But she quickly learned that the rats were not above dining on their own if they were no longer living and she found small measure of comfort in that. It was well after midnight when she dozed, so tired was she. One brave rat ventured close and when no swat was aimed at him, he grew bolder still and Gabriella awoke, a scream tearing from her throat as he bit her upper arm. But he paid the price as the shoe came down on him, squishing his tiny little brain out. She hated herself for the scream. Another of those old road signs with the red triangle appeared, this time warning her of a junction. Negotiating yet another bend she came upon the junction. No white lines in the road to observe, just another lane of presumably equal importance, or equal unimportance joining. The road seemed to veer to the right so she went that way, at the last minute noticing a faded sign showing left for Combe Lyney, one and a half miles. She couldn’t believe it, all that way and only two and a half miles.