The fact the bathtub was in the kitchen allowed me to see all the women in the family in their naked glory but I was only interested in seeing my Aunt... Charlotte with her clothes off as I was quite normal and not in the least bit perverted. I remember Charlotte prided the fact she had a bush of red hair that matched her curls on top perfectly. I think the joke at the time was "Does the rug match the curtains?"When she got into her running shorts and top she looked almost like a boy because she. ..yes why who are you''the small boy opening his coatwearing a very cute pink one piece body suit in lace, walking in James closing the door his eyes not quitting the little boyudressing revealing the little pink body suit with jartele and stockings''hi , iam cindy , can i call you daddy?''getting on her knees hands on james hard cock in his sweat pants her little pink glittering mouth kissing his cockfalling down on the couch legs spread holding the cute sissy face with way too cocksucking. On that Thursday evening, I had my nightly chat withMistress Anne on the phone. She instructed me to go tomorrow (Friday) toan upscale clothing shop for young "disco" type girls and purchase thesexiest, sluttiest, skimpiest outfit I could find. Then Saturday, lateafternoon, I was to go to the the beauty shop to get my hair done,fingernails redone, and a make over with the cheapest sluttiest lookpossible. Then she gave me an address that was only several miles from myapartment to go to. Soon his thrusts grew harder in intensity as he once again took her near climax. “YOU ARE MINE, UNDERSTAND, YOU ARE MINE,” Ayan shouted on her face.Kasthuri suddenly got up startled. She was all sweaty and alone in her room. She looked around carefully, there was no one there. Her heart was still beating very fast. It was a dream. A dream which has left her completely in sweat and aroused. This was the fifth time in two weeks when she had such dreams involving Ayan.She sat up and drank a glass.