When he is not here by sunset, he never is." Where does he go?"She shook her head. "He does not tell me, will not." Where do you want me to sleep?" I ...asked, quite innocently I thought.She smiled and stood. "Come," she said, and she took me up to her bedroom. "The girl sleeps soundly," she whispered as she stood in my arms, face to my chest, "but we should be as quiet as we can be."I bent and kissed her. Then we undressed without conversation and slid under the quilts, both of us wearing only. No grief, no sadness, no woe’s or depression- No, the color blue ceased to exist. Only the fire of Purgatory remained- (A fire that burned within us all) ‘Hush little one- For those men are lover’s they shall keep you safe in their bosom’ The average, but Hell bound woman denied. Born unto her was a child, a gift. Yet upon this unhallowed day, she laid the child at her feet and knelt down before their statute- the horsemen gathered four. She offered her child as gift unto them, for their. I was looking around trying to find a familiar face amongst the boys when a lady voice behind me startled me.“Hey are you from RIT, Raipur?” she asked sweetly.“Yes,” I stuttered.“Me too,” she replied.“Which branch are you from?” I asked with my brain circuits drivingme crazy.She was a bit fat for her height. Big boobs with wide hips but a perfect ass. Round face with bright eyes and light yellow complexion. Her lips were narrow. Her hair was tied as a bundle behind her head. Two small earrings. What would his parents think of their son suddenlybecoming their daughter?He saw a neat little uniform sitting on the table in the centre of theroom, and decided to see if it would fit. His shirt didn't really fitproperly, and the fabric was making his breasts itch. The bra did wandersto help solve that, and his soft pink panties felt amazing as they slidalong his smooth, hairless legs. The olive green formal skirt came next,reaching down to his knees, followed by a turtleneck shirt of.