" My transvestitism, you mean?" Lydia nodded. Tim shook his head and said,"Just go away. I don't want to see you anymore." She wouldn't let thedoor... shut. "Please, Tim, can't we talk about this?" Tell you what. You find a textbook, a dictionary, a medical text,anything, that defines a transvestite as a sissified, masochistichomosexual and I'll consider talking. Until then," he reached through thedoor and pushed Lydia away, "GO AWAY!" and then slammed the door shut.A couple hours later,. "Her eyes have drifted back down to once again look at my very exposed and bald pussy. "So, even ... well, down in-between?" She asks, once again her voice getting very quiet.I decide to be brazen about things and spread my legs as far open as I can on the narrow massage table. She slowly leans over and gazes between my legs. I wonder if she can tell just how wet my hot, aching pussy is getting. I don't move and after a moment she stands back up straight and I hear her whisper a single word to. Phir todi der mai utha aur aunty ke seat ka parda hata ke dekha to wo gahri neend mai so rhi thi.. Tabhi mujhse contol nhi hua aut maine ass pass dekh kr apna hath aunty ke bobbs pai halke se rakh diya aur nipple pai hath ghumane laga tabhi mujhe kiski ke ane ki awaz ayi aur mai apni slepper pahne ke chup chap toilet mai chala gaya aur phir muthh mari… Uss waqt 12 baj the.Phir mai jab wapis aya to dekha ki aunty waise hi so rhi thi aut ass pass koi nhi tha so mai wapis aunty je boobs pai hath. Next day Raziya came to home and knocked the door, I opened the door, she was looking very beautiful and sexy, she wore yellow sari, and it suited her well. I was looking at her, she said sabji give me the way, I awakened and said sorry, come in.I went to my room and was doing morning exercise, after some time she came with T, I thanked her and asked is mother coming, she said no, she is sick today, I said che, and made my face small. By seeing my face Raziya said sabji don’t feel bad, I will.