.. wait! There's activity at the door ... yes ... I think someone is coming out..."I didn't hear much after that. A short, hefty black woman walked ac...oss the porch carrying a screaming Michael, his hands reaching back for Amber, who was being held back by the police officers. You could tell she was in tears, trying to push against the officers to get at her son.I thought I'd have a certain feeling of satisfaction at my dreams come to life. I thought I'd feel a little elated watching Amber's. They said that women of poor families are properties of males of this family. They said that they don’t mind their men fucking others.One side this revelation and other side gossips of married ladies of the house, maid servants made me grow faster. I developed good amount of flesh at right places. I used to get kick when I was watching my father, uncles and two eldest brothers getting body massage by women. Males used to get massage only wearing a “ kachchha ‘ which was just covering their cock. Jim didn't think much about his gradual shift until one day Arpan invited him, saying it was a special get together because they were the 2 special friends and it was a surprise for Jim because he was the only such good friend. As Jim knocked on his door, he was shocked to see Arpan dressed as a girl. Jim was really seeing a beautiful girl who looked very familiar but then not quite. Jim asked if Arpan was home and only then realized that it was Arpan before him and he could not resist to ask,. Lacie squeezed her eyes tighter. This was the best delusion yet. Lacie could smell the warm, clean scent of his skin. The warmth of his hands soothed her clammy skin. His voice was strong in her ears. ‘Lacie… look at me.’ Lacie whimpered, shaking her head. She didn’t want to lose this illusion. Lacie was stretched tight on the machine, yet for some reason, it almost felt as is her arms were pulling themselves free. ‘Look at me, Lace. Tell me you’re okay. You’ll be fine. We’re gonna get you.