She called it something like Gender Reversal Hysteria and that it had to do with the grief I had unergone. She had known about it from the beginning w...hen she had first spoken to aunty about me, and she was giving me some medicine to move the process along since it cannot be reversed. Then she told me that Pat, the girl outside was undergoing the same changes, only she was further advanced, I could not believe it, but she called Pat into the room and left us alone to talk. Pat explained that. She was beautiful nice mid aged lady, so the picture of her being fucked by the four men in the house came as a shock to me. She assured me it happens in all the families and how long can I fight it. It is better to accept and enjoy it. If the boys fuck a hooker they will spend 300 Euro and come back with some dreaded disease when they fuck her she will catch. So it is better for them to sleep at home. If I do not sleep with them they will sleep with her like before. And that she would like my. I guess a good word for it is adventurous. And I don't mean they liked to travel, or sky dive. They were swingers. But more than that, they were pretty into ... um ... have you heard of BDSM?" I nodded."My dad was a submissive. My mom was, it's called a switch? Sometimes dominant, sometimes submissive. They were pretty open about it, very 'anything goes'. When mom wanted to be dominated they had some 'special friends' who used to come over and do that for her. Or for her and dad. They liked all. He bit and sucked her nipples, as they were erect and completely hard. Seema moaned silently in ecstasy as he kissed her tits one by one, moving his tongue over it in circles. Irfan bit and pinched her nipples hard, Seema wailed out and bit her tongue, as she didn’t want anyone to hear her.“Oh Irfan, I miss you playing with my breasts every night since what we did in the hotel room,” confessed Seema.Irfan smiled and twisted Seema’s right nipple and took the left nipple in his mouth. He played.