I took out one of the toys. I didn't know it then, but it was a butt plug. It was a little large, but I got it in with a bit of effort. He was talking...dirty to me the whole time. Telling me how hot my ass was; how much he wanted to insert his cock into me; and so on...it was totally turning me on.Once I got the plug in I turned around and slowly and easily sat down on it so I could stroke his cock....I NEEDED to get my hands on it!Like me, he had copious amounts of pre-cum, so once I was. When I used to work day and night by seeing me mom used to feel a lot and sometimes used to cry for me, but I used to console her and tell we will get good days soon, and now we got. Now whenever I get some chance I used to watch porn movies and read sex stories, and slowly I got attracted to incest stories and used to read them but thinking they may be fiction stories, but still liked the storiesOne day that happened I was searching something in my storeroom and then by accident I just peeped. Grey was seeping into my dark brown hair, but I didn’t have any urge to hide it. Didn’t even have the energy to think about hiding it. Truth be told, I was weary. The marrow in my bones was weary. No Known Religion had taken its toll on me, and I’d been glad to leave that life, and those assholes, behind. But I hadn’t really replaced that life with anything - at least not with anything that mattered to me. The singer-songwriter thing made some money, but it wasn’t “me” - whatever “me” was at. My brother in law heard this also. He gave an idea that most guys don’t apply powder on guys. So better to wear guy dress and have a boy cut. That evening itself I had boy cut. Next day was the festival. He bought a kurta pajama for me and strictly told not to wear any inners as it will reveal that I am a girl. As I had only 32 sized breasts it was not that much visible in that yellow colored pajama. I looked like a school boy in boy cut hairstyle and in kurta pajama. I felt very happy with.