“Jiariya at the rate of Gmail, password “riya****” was written on the paper.I understood that it was Jia’s Gmail account, and the password was... in the name of another girl. I thought it was ridiculous for my daughter to write down her password when she should remember it from memory.Suddenly, I thought to open her email. I was simply curious, even though it was ethically wrong.I went to the email and signed in. I found nothing curious in it. That was all random stuff. But I found many emails in. It was the emergency room at Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles. My wife had had a heart attack, and was critically ill, I was told.My tortured mind tried to comprehend the news. "How can someone so young have a heart attack?"I hurriedly made arrangements to fly out to LA on the next flight and hurried to her bedside. When I arrived, they took me to her room. She was on life support systems and was in a deep coma.I held her hand all through the night and talked soothingly to her. I must've. Now I was to tell you about a real life story of me.Before I start I will tell about me, I am 6 ft tall and chubby cross dresser, I am clean all over body without any hair, I am fair and I have a small dick. I also have accessories like wig, make up clothes and fake silicone boobs which I apply under bra It so happened that I was alone in my apartment, so I took the time to make myself a drink of royal stag whiskey and got naked, then I put on make up and my wig and started moving around in the. When it was 10.30 I started back home.. While coming I took a pack of ultra thin condoms. Dreaming about my maid and sister together.I went straight to my room after reaching.I sneaked into tulsi room. I was happy to see my maid and tulsi together. I heard Tulsi telling our maid. You decide now. How you wanted. And I signaled her to my room and asked her what’s cooking. She explained to me how she trapped our maid and yesterday told her us and your desire to fuck her. I asked her what she wants.