. I ... Melody told you all ... and you want me..." Yes, I'd love one of your special massages," she said, standing up, adding,"You can see that I tak... care of myself, I'm still an attractive woman and, well, I know how Melody has rewarded you and can assure you that her mother will do everything to outdo her."She said that as she was taking her clothes off, now to her bra which was now sliding down her arms. Well, she was right. She did look good and now I saw firsthand just where Melody got. I was never going to go wandering down thestreet in a skin tight dress and fuck me heels, but this outfit? If I'dbeen born a girl, these are clothes that I realistically might have wornon a regular basis. The fact that they weren't so different from my maleclothes as so much of what I'd been dressing up in made them feel so muchmore dangerous, like the slip to being a girl would be so much easierwearing this than some of the party clothes in my closet.The next few days felt somewhat normal,. My sister’s marriage was fixed to one of my father’s friend son, he is good at earning and he is in good position in his work, marriage as taken place very grandly all of our relatives were so happy to see my sister’s marriage, my mother and father were also happy, as marriage ended we sent her to groom’s house as it’s our culture.My father is an officer in Indian tourist department he got so many higher authority friends and he is so busy with his work, my mother is a housewife truly devotee. He noticed that the closet had shut most of the way on its own. Ross could see their reflection in the mirror hanging on the door. Mrs. Michaels kneeled behind him and gazed contemptuously at his ass. She suddenly grabbed one of the panty strings on his hip and tugged. She was trying to tear the panties off of his ass, but they wouldn't give. Mrs. Michaels pulled harder. The string burned as it pressed deeper into his flesh, but Ross didn't take complain. The panties broke before Mrs. Michaels'.